This is a song about "My kids"

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Wanna see if my kids gonna make it through that

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

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

But i step up, keep my head up walking tall schooling kids from neighbourhood halls,

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I wanna feed my babys kids

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

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