This is a song about "Song for kids"

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Yeah, for the kids going through shit/

Me and you just need to talk a bit

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I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

For you kids to listen to, i'm vodka, drama, shock, tonic,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

For these kids who play around, but hating's just the same shit,

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Supposed to be an outlet for emotions and the kids then,

For blacks and the whites, but these kids hear us slaughter cops,

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars