This is a song about "Squeaky kids"

That one day in the future they wont be squeaky no more

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Stories we were told as kids

Look, i tried to call it quits

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Kids here think there all grown.....

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes