This is a song about "Climbing for kids"

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Iconic rappers that gave the lil' kids somethin' to live for something//

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

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

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Ain't whining, just surviving, ain't hiding, just climbing,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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