This is a song about "My kids"

Around kids. these fuckin hopeless slits on my wrists arnt doing anything why

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

Cos kids gonna bump to my mixtape all day

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

I wanna feed my babys kids

Look, need to call it quits

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

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

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

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

Kids use to make fun of my pointy ass ears, so i started chuggin beers,

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