This is a song about "Struggling as a child"

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

And i guarantee you'll have a hard time struggling,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Yalls struggling like a vampire allergic to blood but has a blood addiction

My life is troubling hard life i always holdin a knife can never stop the struggling,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

You just a struggling writer that never sold

A million nasty things went through my mind

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Stumbling/ fumbling/ struggling/

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Life as a child was great but happiness can't be bought for free