This is a song about "Hard kids"

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Young rich white kids thinkin one day they'll be a star, fuck that, they're gonna fall hard

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

That's why i shine like i does

Blackberry and t phone

Kids here think there all grown.....