This is a song about "Kids africa"

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

Look, need to call it quits

Stories we were told as kids

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Watching ya kids through their window

I just call it …remember all the dough

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

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

And speak to suburban kids

When you spill out hits

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors.

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips