This is a song about "Cant see the kids"

Into all the innocent kids,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

And get the prize, and respect you kids cant get

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

They cant wait for the day they see me on the news

So turn off the invisibility, cuz your rhymes i just cant see,

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Cant you see this is the real world now not a false reality

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

The hairdresser who makes hair longer so she cant see you

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

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

Who cant see they can do it both, they made the most

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold