This is a song about "Kids hand"

If you ever feel alone and

When they give the grammy in my hand.

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Box of chocalates right in your hand.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I'll smack you with either hand

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Cdg shit match my kicks

And speak to suburban kids

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Bullets in ya hand bitch

And she stripping, go to college