This is a song about "Kids killing kids"

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

How about our president killing innocent kids?

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

So here i am at the store for some chips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

I jive like bone

Kids here think there all grown.....

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Into all the innocent kids,

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics