This is a song about "Batty kids"

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Asking little kids if they can

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

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

Stories we were told as kids

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Little kids are at a loss

Big stacks, no lego bricks

And speak to suburban kids

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids