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

Of a high school kid and his real times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Cuz i have the knowledge of a college kid

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

Can’t you hear that

Just a kid tranna rap

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

A rocker kid, you in the hospital, and got a lot of slits,

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

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

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid