This is a song about "Preppy kids"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Why you sore huh? you go and just diss a dozen kids

Why are the little kids having little kids

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I try and respect kids

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

As i light one for ill will

Just kids with hella fuel

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids