This is a song about "Ottawa kids"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Why are the little kids having little kids

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

I walk around understanding the politics

Your kids head isn't tuned... correctly

But make sure if they do see

You can hear it in my lyrics

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

While scheming on hits

Stories we were told as kids

I wanna feed my babys kids

Spray the fifth, gator kicks