This is a song about "Loving u for kids"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Kids don't get beat up for lunch money nowadays

Must be the trust that no one has for u

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Yeah, for the kids going through shit/

I put the nigga in his casket

Kick out the kids, all three, thankyou for the new life

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

Is that all you got for loving is ya family for fucking

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague