This is a song about "A kids"

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

A lesser measure of beggar kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

The kids thats a ripper, the murder homerun hitter

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues