This is a song about "Censorship and parents worried about what their kids listen to"

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Only them retarded kids would listen to my music

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

So stupid listen to the music and you spit so ruthless now we cool kids,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Wanna have kids to hear but then don't wanna listen

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks