This is a song about "A kid who never fits in"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

He was just a kid who simply was believing,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Let's pretend this kid had never picked up a pen,

Awkward kid in need of a mom who cared/ dressed like a boy

I look into her eyes and it brings me joy

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

The one in your nightmares that chum who never fights fare

But it fits better in the ground.

Reason i stuck with the sound

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid