This is a song about "Kids sports music"

You make elevator music

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

I wanna feed my babys kids

Why are the little kids having little kids

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Look, i tried to call it quits

Stories we were told as kids

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

You just dont seem to understand music

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

So stupid listen to the music and you spit so ruthless now we cool kids,

My team getting digits

I try and respect kids