This is a song about "Blues for kids"

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Twisted lyrics by these critics, and i'm playing my blues

Parents pay green for their kids to go smoke it

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips