This is a song about "Kids mp"

How about our president killing innocent kids?

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

Kids here think there all grown.....

Soon as i come home

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

While scheming on hits

I wanna feed my babys kids

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

Into all the innocent kids,

The jiggas and the tips