This is a song about "New kids"

You can hear it in my lyrics

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Just another product of this matrix

A lesser measure of beggar kids

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

What if barack's skin was all black, truthfully

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

When you spill out hits

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk