This is a song about "School kids"

If you're gonna talk a load of shit then i only have one rule,

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

But now i'm in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

I try and respect kids

Cdg shit match my kicks

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

The thugs say i'm cool

See i learned it in school

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Just another product of this matrix

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

While i'm stuck in this school with nothing but rich white kids thinking their ghetto 'n