This is a song about "Adopted kids"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Odin, my father adopted you and raised us both,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Into all the innocent kids,

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

You're adopted, fucking queer

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Just kids with hella fuel

I wanna feed my babys kids

My team getting digits

How about our president killing innocent kids?

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

I just found out that i was adopted at a young age,