This is a song about "Kids"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

How about our president killing innocent kids?

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Stories we were told as kids

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

I wanna feed my babys kids

While scheming on hits

I try and respect kids

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks