This is a song about "Kids life"

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

Half the kids, trapped in this, black abyss, of criminal life thinking

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Stories we were told as kids

No body knows about your life 'n you and kids don't know about the fight in you,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Into all the innocent kids,

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids