This is a song about "Being kids"

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

I wanna feed my babys kids

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

To impress a chick

Fuck being counterfeit

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids