This is a song about "What kind of hologram is this"

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

This is what i do, due to my lack of friends

The worst kind of pain is when you smile

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Is that the kind of message your trying to send?

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Kind of practical that this relationship

Different kind of people in this world/

Back like i never ever left in the first

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

It kind of sucks that my generation is clueless

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old