This is a song about "Spy kids"

And i can't help but stare, cause

Little kids are at a loss

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

Into all the innocent kids,

I only got four minutes

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

But i'm fucking tired of seeing kids called black shit by private school fucking white kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.