This is a song about "Cringy little kids on music"

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

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,

Why are the little kids having little kids

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

And i doubt that ever change

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Y'all kids disrespect me, it oozes through the music,

I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free