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

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,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

This kid just took my stick of licorice

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

See, the last one i dated, i hated

I am some kind of beaten up kid

But i was a stupid little kid

X came through, caught lighter fluid

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

I dreamed of being that cool kid who rapped without a blueprint