This is a song about "This kid"

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

After party crib full of broads all naked

It sucked for this coward kid

The nerve i never hated

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

This little kid grew up to be a weirdo on his own

Well until i meet this one kid

Or who did, cause i did

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

"this kid is troubled", wonder why? i'm beaten up and harassed,

"damn, this kid has no skills

When you spill out hits

I just wanna be higher than that

This kid thinks he's all the shit

Left me twice then boom came this kid

We can play twister naked