This is a song about "Kool kids"

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Why are the little kids having little kids

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

I walk around understanding the politics

And we'll keep goin' back to kool herc, turntables and mic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick