This is a song about "Kid cudi"

My mates calling me gifted

It sucked for this coward kid

Wassup phoma, slow down kid!

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

Had to turn around and say i'm already ill kid, -yeah kid-

Smoke ? you know it taste good

It sucked for this coward kid

I was always the kid.

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

See, the last one i dated, i hated

You aint no eminem, keep dreaming on kid