This is a song about "Kids in africia"

Stuck in a vice, hide your kids and hide your wife

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

And kids spend their lives in the cells, and we're best safe,

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

You kids are new,youve been in the new ages

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

I walk around understanding the politics

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Kids crying in the background

And i like my window tinted out