This is a song about "Sheltered kids"

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Kids here think there all grown.....

Heart made of stone

I'm on the block as usual

Just kids with hella fuel

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

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

The time is now, on everything

If your kids need anything,

I'm neo in the matrix

And speak to suburban kids

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Why are the little kids having little kids