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

I mean the shit is, huey newton going stupid

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze

I said rap about illuminati - not talk shit with the lyricism of a kid and act cocky

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Of a kid with no exuberance

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

All you can do is spit a verse of the truth

But the truth of the matter is,

Proves that ignorance is bliss

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you