This is a song about "Kids vs"

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Stories we were told as kids

Just kids with hella fuel

As i light one for ill will

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

Kids here think there all grown.....

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I fire off like terrorist turrets,with opponents i vs.,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics