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

Half your body laying on my chest

I was a kid in need of help.

Of a kid with no exuberance

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

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

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

, come on and fuck with kid this is the life of a sinner

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

Everybody wasted faded, faded

Cuz i have the knowledge of a college kid

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

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded