This is a song about "A kid"

Piecing together puzzles, that puzzled me since a kid

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

Let's pretend he was never beat up as a white kid,

And make that mess a hit,just a blessed kid,

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

After party crib full of broads all naked

God better forbid that i have a kid,

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

But i was a stupid little kid

That's motivation, my people living wicked

But what can i say i was a dumb kid