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

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

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

You in debt to the game success is expected

But i was a stupid little kid

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Or who did, cause i did

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

They've influenced me to make a point, like a kid with the end of a candy cane

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

A taste of my acids kid, i’ll never be on that faggot shit,

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

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

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy