This is a song about "Kids from georgia"

Where i tried to say i take seven kids from columbine

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

I wanna feed my babys kids

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

You can hear it in my lyrics

Stories we were told as kids

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

This person is, certain if assertiveness, urges kids to learn from this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Into all the innocent kids,

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Influences all the kids and pulls their minds from the doubt