This is a song about "Kids from georgia"

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

One where i tried to say i take seven kids from columbine

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Fuck that kids a sociopath, but you showed me right from wrong

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Why are the little kids having little kids

And kids from the streets, it’s their environment,

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

The kids are wasting food while others ache for the day they get aid from groups