This is a song about "Diary of a wimpy kid the ugly truth"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

A rocker kid, you in the hospital, and got a lot of slits,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Tell the truth i got a couple of screws loose,i mean it

Cuz i have the knowledge of a college kid

You in debt to the game success is expected

With the ugly kardashian

Well rick james, maury jane

Keep thinkin im a monkey and the situation where in right now can turn ugly

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

All you can do is spit a verse of the truth

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth