This is a song about "Adopted kids"

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

I'm on the block as usual

Just kids with hella fuel

And speak to suburban kids

When you spill out hits

How about our president killing innocent kids?

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits