This is a song about "Spy kids"

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

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

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

I'm a sly spy thigh high in flow that is so nice oh my

I try and respect kids

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

So while you worry about the hoes

Stories we were told as kids

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

And speak to suburban kids

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks