This is a song about "Being a kid"

God better forbid that i have a kid,

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Blackberry and t phone

Raising a kid on your own

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Visualizing being a college graduate,

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Bring your pops to school today for twelve years i cheated