This is a song about "Recking kids"

I can teach you all the sounds of love

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Your kids head isn't tuned... correctly

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

How about our president killing innocent kids?

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

My team getting digits

And speak to suburban kids

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Just kids with hella fuel

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Stories we were told as kids