This is a song about "Nim dead kids"

Stories we were told as kids

When you spill out hits

They bringing me fish and chips

Into all the innocent kids,

Why are the little kids having little kids

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Cutting me this worthless check

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Now you wish i was dead,

You could say i'm friends with fred

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light