This is a song about "Foster kids"

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

I only got four minutes

Stories we were told as kids

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Your kids head isn't tuned... correctly

I try and respect kids

Big stacks, no lego bricks

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Look, need to call it quits

I wanna feed my babys kids

A foster mum while they

And my niggas say