This is a song about "Adopted kids"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Stories we were told as kids

So beat me to the bone

Kids here think there all grown.....

A lesser measure of beggar kids

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Just kids with hella fuel

Lady at the frank stand will

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Never meeting his true love, having kids,