This is a song about "Popular kids"

They bringing me fish and chips

I try and respect kids

Into all the innocent kids,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Cdg shit match my kicks

And speak to suburban kids

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots