This is a song about "Kids in foster are"

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

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

Why are the little kids having little kids

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Little kids are at a loss

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Kids in the bathroom were just passing by

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits