This is a song about "Kiddie pools"

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

Teacher asked you a question and you pissed your pants like swimmin in pools

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Drainin' enough blood to fill eighty wading pools where kids could play

Im neck and neck with a swimmer, while you chillin in the kiddie pool

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

They live in mansions with pools, communities gated,

But you won't get nothing from me like i'm up in a tree like a blushiing kiddie,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And as the blood pools at my feet i say pass the coors.

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy