This is a song about "My kids"

Only them retarded kids would listen to my music

I mean the shit is, huey newton going stupid

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

These kids hating saying i've been losing my mind

I tell my kids to burn their wish list,

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

''my raps don't make sense'' you know why??, cause i am rapping with kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Then kidnapped two kids to call my own but wasn't successful with it,