This is a song about "Brooklyn kids"

How about our president killing innocent kids?

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Just kids with hella fuel

I'm on the block as usual

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Enforce, i'm elegant and

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

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

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

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants