This is a song about "Shitting on kids"

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

When the days slip / kids will look back on the time they had wasted

Had cyphers and battles on the block, random kids passin' by mockin'//

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Meanwhile the rich kids are buyin' kush on different shit,

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

What do i really need

I see the kids on the street

Music touching kids like sandusky is out on bail

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale