This is a song about "Adopted kids"

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I walk around understanding the politics

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

I just found out i was adopted at a young age

A lesser measure of beggar kids

It's moe, all i need is more chips

And speak to suburban kids

When you spill out hits

My team getting digits

Into all the innocent kids,

Odin, my father adopted you and raised us both,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics