This is a song about "Greasy patch kids"

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Girl, you got me in a trance

Just kids with hella fuel

As i light one for ill will

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Cut skin when it's soft, she looks like cabbage patch kids,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

Anyways give it up the capital the nation