This is a song about "Jim blaney freezing kids"

Into all the innocent kids,

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

And speak to suburban kids

You can hear it in my lyrics

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

Was so cold that we'd be freezing in need of a sweater

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Cause she's my little brat that warms my heart when it is freezing

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

We keep it freezing at any given season

I try and respect kids

Shout out bobby on hundreds