This is a song about "Annoying kids"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Stories we were told as kids

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,