This is a song about "Scooter kids"

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

I try and respect kids

I only got four minutes

I'm the sushi king

If your kids need anything,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Im a don in this shit, yall kids