This is a song about "Being kids"

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

I walk around understanding the politics

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Into all the innocent kids,

I only got four minutes

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Stories we were told as kids

You can hear it in my lyrics

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

And speak to suburban kids

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially