This is a song about "Kids bop"

Yeah, you feelin' me, more than a hot bop in a wet dream you wish was reality.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

They bringing me fish and chips

Into all the innocent kids,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

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

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

Stories we were told as kids

I'm neo in the matrix

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

So here i am at the store for some chips