This is a song about "Weird wor"

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Weird taughts on my brain, some still remain,

Just for me being weird in the past/

Cause i got the burner in the hand

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Just for me being weird in the past/

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Whatever spout that it fell out of my smart aleck mouth, it was so weird

And my nintendo, damn, that shit is actually hella weird

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Everybody says i'm weird, when my face appears