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

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Why are the little kids having little kids

I hope my pen did bring change to your brain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

And all the other silenced victims when they're taking shots with,

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Fuck what you think of me i would rather chuck than to change a little part of me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

The man who wanted to change

With foreign names, valet the range