This is a song about "Birthday for kids"

You ain't even call me on my birthday

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

For blacks and the whites, but these kids hear us slaughter cops,

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

For these kids who play around, but hating's just the same shit,

For christ's sake, i stabbed my wife and my two kids!

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Yeah, for the kids going through shit/

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Who know this be the life that i really live

Kick out the kids, all three, thankyou for the new life

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love