This is a song about "8 grandkids"

But five years from now i bet she see

Incinerating melody

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

(8 second instrumental break)

Inequality promises

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Strangely deteriorating

7 to 8, zoom, boom tune

I need a little room

That outnumber infinity

I delete they history

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Realistically they really

Nothin sweet when i attend, see