This is a song about "Rebellious kids"

All green nigga pick six

And speak to suburban kids

Middle fingers up for what cause i'm rebellious

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Stories we were told as kids

Why are the little kids having little kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love