This is a song about "Adopted kids"

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Just another product of this matrix

Why are the little kids having little kids

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

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

Stories we were told as kids

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

You're adopted, fucking queer

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

And speak to suburban kids

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks