This is a song about "Kids play"

Oh, why do i live this way

Have a legacy to play

I wanna feed my babys kids

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Kids on there's nothing there while my major organs play like instruments

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Observe: cock and spray

Now they suspect fowl play.....

Stories we were told as kids

When you spill out hits

A new god has come into play

Got problems, what? i can't say

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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