This is a song about "Who i was"

You accepted who i was, and my weirdness that came along

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Guess who that girl was it was your mother

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

It was good for the kid who stays,

Had to follow my heart and think with my mind about who i was

I fathered the game, feel like i'm watching my sons floss

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

And i flew past the people who knew that my shoe was new

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Fresher than me, never

I asked the sluts who was better

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Cause i was the one who lost my father