This is a song about "Diary of a wimpy kid the ugly truth"

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Tell the truth i got a couple of screws loose,i mean it

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

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

A teen with ugly braces

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

All you can do is spit a verse of the truth

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

I spit fiery truth like the lakes of satan, and maybe by a,

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga