This is a song about "Blues for kids"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

I wanted the money and never the fame

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

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

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Iconic rappers that gave the lil' kids somethin' to live for something//

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Yeah, for the kids going through shit/

You, you, you have to pay for that

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news