This is a song about "Sum got to change little kids taking shots to the brain"

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I stay, taking my domain, that would be a sign for you to get a brain/

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

When i pull up in that candy range

The man who wanted to change

Only food accepts the fat kids, got nothing else to run to

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Cocksucker kick rocks, we need to make the smartest guys the big shots,

Why are the little kids having little kids

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks