This is a song about "Your a little kid"

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

I run at a million miles an hour, your trying to keep up kid

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

This little kid grew up to be a weirdo on his own

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I remember as a kid i wrote you a little letter

A couple classes later the little kid is still all alone

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

After party crib full of broads all naked

Chase cream with the same team since a little kid

Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll