This is a song about "Them kids"

Dozens of fat kids layin' around, mother with them by their side

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

Kids here think there all grown.....

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

How about our president killing innocent kids?

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Look, need to call it quits

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Five in the air for the parents not scared to tell the kids that nothing his holding them back