This is a song about "Murdering kids"

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Why are the little kids having little kids

She can make a pimp fall in love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

And my momma keep smoking that shit

I wanna feed my babys kids

Look, i tried to call it quits

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I keep killin', i can't stop the murdering

As i light one for ill will

Just kids with hella fuel

I like my girls smart, skinny

Murdering the beat fatality