This is a song about "Kids in foster are"

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Little kids are at a loss

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Kids in the bathroom were just passing by

On television all we see are just these rich white kids,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Meanwhile the rich kids are buyin' kush on different shit,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids