This is a song about "A kid that is bullied"

I dreamed of being that cool kid who rapped without a blueprint

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

My account hacked, bullied, wrists that still bleed, yet i'm still here.

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

"he was a good kid, it really is a shame."

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

People look at me as a kid that only writes.

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Im that littel insaine kid with a chainsaw, that you dont wanna mess with

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

When that kid said a line that touched my past

You stood me up and i understand