This is a song about "Batty kids"

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

You can hear it in my lyrics

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

How about our president killing innocent kids?

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

One life to live but they all doing life bids

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips