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
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