This is a song about "Diss track about ugly kids"

I wanna earn respect, let em know about me when they play my track back.

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

These were the kids that nobody cared about

My tires align with the play, but the times out

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

A teen with ugly braces

I can teach you all the sounds of love

This kids started to spit and shit's about to get cray cray"

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see