This is a song about "Ginger kids"

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Asking little kids if they can

We in the big thingseat a dick man

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

Stories we were told as kids

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips