This is a song about "A kids"

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

Sellin to kids without a fukin care,

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

Kids lack talent all they have is just a bitch act

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Fuck that kids a sociopath, but you showed me right from wrong

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

Why you sore huh? you go and just diss a dozen kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets