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

Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze

I said rap about illuminati - not talk shit with the lyricism of a kid and act cocky

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

This is for everyone to read and enjoy

Babe you know it gets no better than this

This kid just took my stick of licorice

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Just a kid tranna rap

Of a kid with no exuberance

Penncounting pennys over tha years