This is a song about "Kids from georgia"

We suffer either way nowadays the kids have no protection from the words people say.

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Drawing knives on the kids from the succotash fights,

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I try and respect kids

Lil prps like 3 digits

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

"i'll take seven kids from columbine

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids