This is a song about "Kids life"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Stories we were told as kids

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Now in that better life kids and wife don't always have to be implemented,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with 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

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks