This is a song about "Kids africa"

Stories we were told as kids

She likes the way it hits her lips

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Power, the underrated continent of africa, another massacre,

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

So many kids are hungry,

Not hungry for my poetry

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Never dry kids, say bye

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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