This is a song about "Spoiled kids"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

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

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

I'm as sick as spoiled milk though my flow'll never expire

So here i am at the store for some chips

Into all the innocent kids,

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

And speak to suburban kids