This is a song about "Trying to fit in"

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Actions sometimes but i paint on hit fucking trying clothes they still don't fit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Prison cold gotta get in where i fit in before i am to old

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Just to fit in, til i learned i could hurt them so much, so i started eatin lunch,

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Cause when i'm in your town i'm trying to smoke up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck