This is a song about "Our kids"

They're kids and women cause if you can't handle us at our worst then you surely

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

I think found where your mind was

Expanding our chances

So here i am at the store for some chips

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Cause "how the fuck could this happen to our kids? they're smarter than this"/

Just another product of this matrix

A lesser measure of beggar kids