This is a song about "Lovley kids"

I try and respect kids

My team getting digits

If your kids need anything,

I just got one request, stop breathing

Kids here think there all grown.....

Put my number in your phone

How about our president killing innocent kids?

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I'm on the block as usual

Just kids with hella fuel

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

I wanna feed my babys kids

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids