This is a song about "Liam thompson"

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

My half self was part red just like the dress of clark kent

Not even aquaman,i will clark kent on a daily and not plan it im on top and they cannot stand it

Trying to be what i'm not not cause they don't see that i'm hot i'm over it and i'm close to split

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Get away scott free cause im more descreat than sleep,

I know my calling's worth like phone card

You could say im like louis & clark

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it