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

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

The lyrical surgeon uncertain if he fits in raps atmosphere

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

But in people eyes i'm just a residence who never gonna be right.

Man quit rapping get out this site, go proclaim loud like a little kid who wants

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

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

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

We know you're just a lone kid, who sits in the dark

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Don't write a line just cause the rhyme fits.

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks