This is a song about "Big kids"

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

I try and respect kids

Lil prps like 3 digits

Why are the little kids having little kids

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

All you wanna do is get that stick