This is a song about "Kids around the world"

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

Dozens of fat kids layin' around, mother with them by their side

Around kids. these fuckin hopeless slits on my wrists arnt doing anything why

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

You see iv’e been rapping all are around the world and you know it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Thinking that this world revolves around you

When i come around all the kids they run away,

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

It is a beat, heard around the world,

Long as she come to me first

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Had to know around me wasn't who the world revolved though