This is a song about "Kids"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I'm the sushi king

If your kids need anything,

Stories we were told as kids

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Asking little kids if they can

So if i talk down to a man

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

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips