This is a song about "Blues for kids"

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

And now the present got you struggling

This is for the kids who grew up with nothing

For once my mind thought that i should go back in the blues..

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Parents pay green for their kids to go smoke it