This is a song about "New kids"

Don't think this oppression's new,

And all the shit you went through

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

How about our president killing innocent kids?

And speak to suburban kids

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Into all the innocent kids,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Kick out the kids, all three, thankyou for the new life

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey