This is a song about "Step kids"

You're uncool like my mother kin

Step up to this pimpin'

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Step to secondary divorce,

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Just another product of this matrix

I try and respect kids

My team getting digits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And speak to suburban kids

So breath, step back and reflect,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

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

Stories we were told as kids

Spray the fifth, gator kicks