This is a song about "Kids bop"

I try and respect kids

Size 9 fly kicks

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I fucking hate this job

Bout that green like baby bop

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Like beep boop beep bop these rhyme can get yo girl off

Little kids are at a loss

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

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

And make ya head plop, bop, and stop cause we the rawest around

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out