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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Have that bitch crawling like a motherfucking critter,

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

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

Have that bitch crawling like a motherfucking critter,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Shout out bobby on hundreds

That the people who can't earn a dime can't have a rhyme,

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse