This is a song about "Kids with guns"

I speak to cj often and sometimes

But they only like kids with hightop nikes

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

Artillery weak with guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Now that i got these kids with me

And its simple as that baby