This is a song about "Pops dying god thugs guns sex kids smoke"

A$$ that pops like coco,

You got that indie glow

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Don't smoke that shit, what you got is living, im not dying broke

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

After lebron, i'm what's next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops