This is a song about "For the kids"

Afraid to vacate from the cage that the technology has gave kids

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Five in the air for the parents not scared to tell the kids that nothing his holding them back

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

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

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Some kids knocked his bottle over for the last time

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

This is for the kids who grew up with nothing

You know that love is a very serious thing

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again