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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

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

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

Nothing to give, we got single parents, ain't lovin' the kids,

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

The thoughts i've thought up lost up in my brain, man i got enough to

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

That i have the potential to change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range