This is a song about "Blues for kids"

For you kids to listen to, i'm vodka, drama, shock, tonic,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

We do for the kids, we do it for our biz

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Kids don't get beat up for lunch money nowadays

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Citing blues jives as their night's dampen

Cold, my style making my nose run