This is a song about "Spoiled kids"

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

A lesser measure of beggar kids

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

How about our president killing innocent kids?

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

My team getting digits

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

Just kids with hella fuel

I'm on the block as usual

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

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire