This is a song about "Rap for kids"

For these kids who play around, but hating's just the same shit,

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Supposed to be an outlet for emotions and the kids then,

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

For you kids to listen to, i'm vodka, drama, shock, tonic,

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Parents pay green for their kids to go smoke it