This is a song about "Kids bop"

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

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

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Beep boop bop im a robot girlfriends flowbot this aint co op single fuckin shooter

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six