This is a song about "Kids fucking around"

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

She likes the way it hits her lips

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

While u patrolled around the kids store. score i just won another whore.

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Not going to be jerked around be those fucking pricks

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

Anyone who try and fucking doubt me fuck around and then i go and then i send em fuckin home right

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

When i come around all the kids they run away,

Dozens of fat kids layin' around, mother with them by their side

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Why are the little kids having little kids