This is a song about "Antisocial kids"

If your kids need anything,

And this will be the song that we sing

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

While scheming on hits

I wanna feed my babys kids

Or closed casket for our troubles

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Black fours red drop head doors

Little kids are at a loss

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

And speak to suburban kids

Spray the fifth, gator kicks