This is a song about "Rapping kids"

And she throws up whatever she eats

While im rapping flows on beats

Hating my macking, they asking

This beat that he's rapping

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Into all the innocent kids,

I try and respect kids

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

''my raps don't make sense'' you know why??, cause i am rapping with kids