This is a song about "Im a 12 year old"

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

But for long time i had gone cold

We moved every year to a new home new town

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Second battle, only been doing this a year/

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Still moving forward like a 2 year old