This is a song about "Kids in foster are"

I make a way for my people to see the light

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

With kids who feel like nothing and relate when words are thrown,

But i step up like the kids that are cardiac

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

In the house, holla back

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Kids crying in the background

Exit the v wit my gun out

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

You kids are new,youve been in the new ages

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids