This is a song about "Antisocial kids"

How about our president killing innocent kids?

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Lil prps like 3 digits

I try and respect kids

Little kids are at a loss

I put these poems all in these songs

Your kids head isn't tuned... correctly

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits