This is a song about "Hard kids"

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

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

Into all the innocent kids,

Just another product of this matrix

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

A lesser measure of beggar kids

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

We race foreign cars, custom models

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Kids here think there all grown.....

Cnn, nbc, cbs, creep in my home

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Never meeting his true love, having kids,