This is a song about "Kids these days"

These days we praise martin

And i listen to common

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

I feel like i don't have much to say these days

I feel adopted but these kids need me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

I be gettin' money

Now that i got these kids with me

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Cause these days, poppin is expected

Uhh these rappers aint shit now a days,

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Why are all these kids livin in plead,

Indubitably i'm too street

These days we praise martin

Girls fast how jamaicans run