This is a song about "Child labor during industial revolution"

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

But my labor has culminated,

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Doja was four hundred

Thats what child support did,

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

That little selfless child

My words are cause for evacuation during this hysterical situation

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Your beautiful during class

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

[intro (during chorus):]

Let's have a toast for this new love

I'll ring your door during lunchtime

Promise me you won't step out of line