This is a song about "Sheltered kids"

A lesser measure of beggar kids

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Just kids with hella fuel

I'm on the block as usual

Cdg shit match my kicks

And speak to suburban kids

And all women who had light features, see

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Why are the little kids having little kids

Kids here think there all grown.....

Put my number in your phone