This is a song about "For the kids"

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

One life to live but they all doing life bids

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running/

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

We do for the kids, we do it for our biz

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

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

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

She’s a star if i ever seen one