This is a song about "Our kids"

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

We do for the kids, we do it for our biz

Just another product of this matrix

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

A lesser measure of beggar kids

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

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