This is a song about "Kids that have a strugle"

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

Have that bitch crawling like a motherfucking critter,

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Young rich white kids thinkin one day they'll be a star, fuck that, they're gonna fall hard

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

I don't have to write a rap for you to recognize that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Fuck that kids a sociopath, but you showed me right from wrong

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Little kids are at a loss