This is a song about "Scooter kids"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Let my angel sing

If your kids need anything,

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

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

My kick game be making fifa envy

Your kids head isn't tuned... correctly

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

As i light one for ill will

Just kids with hella fuel