This is a song about "Starving kids"

So now i'm starving cause i didn't learn how to cook and no one ever taught me,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

I try and respect kids

Stories we were told as kids

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Why are the little kids having little kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

And speak to suburban kids

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

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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