This is a song about "Jimmy capmbell rapeing kids"

So don't follow me home

Kids here think there all grown.....

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I try and respect kids

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Stories we were told as kids

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Let's have a toast for this new love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Im a don in this shit, yall kids