This is a song about "Diary of a wimpy kid"

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

You know me and my whole squad we so committed

Make the fingers snap

Just a kid tranna rap

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

Chilling with his homies high instead of caring for his kid,

Just a lonely kid, merely a stain on the life of everyone else.

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Or in other words i'll put you in a sympathy strike that will make you look wimpy not brilliant,

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

People riot and destroy, but we ain't done cause we want to destroy

I never fit in with them light skins

Of a kid with no exuberance