This is a song about "Dis a fat kid who talks shit"

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy

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

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

U play dis game but live in dis shit everyday!/

Wait fuck it who gives a shit

I just wanna be higher than that

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Boss shit she no she mean as shit but she actin like a kid

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Back when i was jus a lil fat kid

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period