This is a song about "Cliimbing for kids"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

For christ's sake, i stabbed my wife and my two kids!

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

Kids don't get beat up for lunch money nowadays

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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