This is a song about "Kids and money"

Kids don't get beat up for lunch money nowadays

And any connotation is viewed many ways

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And speak to suburban kids

I only got four minutes

And those kids just about, belted out

I don't know what you heard about

Young money like drake and nicki

I like my girls smart, skinny

For christ's sake, i stabbed my wife and my two kids!

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics