This is a song about "Blick kids"

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

A lesser measure of beggar kids

I wanna feed my babys kids

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Kids here think there all grown.....

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Stories we were told as kids

She likes the way it hits her lips

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And i need you to show me love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

If your kids need anything,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids