This is a song about "Loving u for kids"

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Must be the trust that no one has for u

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

I wanted the money and never the fame

I'd walk through a blizzard for her cause i'm a loving guy despite

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

While u patrolled around the kids store. score i just won another whore.

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with