This is a song about "Spoiled kids"

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

I was never spoiled but always taken for granted

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

We can talk things over a little a while

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

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

And speak to suburban kids