This is a song about "Our kids"

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Your our provider

When it comes to spitting that fire

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Stories we were told as kids

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,