This is a song about "Kool kids"

Like dj kool i clear my throat

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Why are the little kids having little kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Soon as i come home

Kids here think there all grown.....

That rakim, az, nas, and kool g rap multis was changin' us,

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

And all women who had light features, see

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

Into all the innocent kids,

I'm neo in the matrix

And speak to suburban kids

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix