This is a song about "Preppy kids"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

The jiggas and the tips

Stories we were told as kids

Lady at the frank stand will

Just kids with hella fuel

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Or closed casket for our troubles

She likes the way it hits her lips

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix