This is a song about "My good little weirdo"

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a few little cheats

Can only offer them a fraction. of the fame, man what a dame. she keeps

Do have my own little tricks

And the v12, that's on various trips

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need little cheat

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book