This is a song about "I m gonna find the kid who killed"

I ain't tryna diss you

Wait, they killed her? well, who?

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Cause the singapore kid is gonna rend a few sllyable spits

Who gonna beat someone to the ground.

I'mma catch you next time around

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Yeah,yeah the world is yours i was once the kid who was terrified of its hatred

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