This is a song about "Getting the kids ready for school"

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

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Spittin' for the people in the struggles, ready to blow the fuse,

The presidents is getting honours, for unreasoned wars

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Lambo, 2 door, ready for the action

Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

When i was 15 the kids at school locked me in a cellar,

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

But this is what'll kill me in the end always wanting to avenge

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Y'all niggas ain't ready for the fire i spit