This is a song about "A kids"

A lesser measure of beggar kids

She likes the way it hits her lips

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

So send a positive message, make sure these kids can feel you,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

These kids become bad, they have a chance given to let go,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

All the kids say i’m a bad boy