This is a song about "My kids"

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

Talkin bout all my hopelessness without a focused wish and these doping kids

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

I tell my kids to burn their wish list,

''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

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Hi kids, u called for my name? fuck that, im here now don't even try why, why