This is a song about "Child of pain"

16 years old taking care of child that wasnt my own,

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Your only chance to change is the hidden path of pain.

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I'm not a child of god but i desire props

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Can't even help a small child in midst of a fall,

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

I'm the king of evilness, pain and maul

Since i was a child, i had dreams of

Cause my thing something vicious