This is a song about "Fucking kids"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Into all the innocent kids,

Just kids with hella fuel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

I walk around understanding the politics

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

And speak to suburban kids

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six