This is a song about "Kids"

And speak to suburban kids

I only got four minutes

I wanna feed my babys kids

She likes the way it hits her lips

All green nigga pick six

Stories we were told as kids

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Why are the little kids having little kids

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Just kids with hella fuel

As i light one for ill will

But make sure if they do see

Your kids head isn't tuned... correctly