This is a song about "Blick kids"

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

I try and respect kids

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Questioning the whole meaning

If your kids need anything,