This is a song about "Peter"

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

The next day you is everybody target

Peter parker flow, no glasses

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

Meet peter - a loser who was sayin' he could take

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Getta letter sayin' see ya down by peter