[Verse 1: Kaden Butler]
He sat me down on the bench
And said
"Son this is your first beer."
It tastes pretty f**in' good
That strong taste has me rocking in the hood
When Lynn shook my hand and welcomed me to the band
We have a producer, we even have a brand!
But he failed out of school because he brought
His test back and in red was circled a big red F
Then, I did not give sh**
But maybe before he went to prison
For f**ing his mistress
I should have given a f** about his misprint
But if I was given the chance, I wouldn't
I mean, I met him on MySpace
I just saw he was black and a different race
But really, in person, he was like n***a this, n***a that, n***a his grace, say it into his face, but I am white and I am a different race
I am old enough, I know I should not be saying that stuff
But I am white and I could in a goddam fight
But I want to be God
I want to have the fame
But I am sixteen and am a fraud
And in cursive, I can't write my name
I guess Eminem and Wayne are more smarter than Chris Brown who's dick is harder
[Chorus]
Back then, picked me up, like I was pac man
And I was a young lad and I ran
Young lad, my bad, my bad, I f**ed up the gradate grad
[Verse 2: Kaden Butler]
This whole world has turned upside down
I take a deep sigh, turn smile into a frown