This is a song about "Cuban kids"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Don’t you be holding back, your love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

I walk around understanding the politics

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Just kids with hella fuel

Lady at the frank stand will