This is a song about "Them kids"

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Just kids with hella fuel

Only them retarded kids would listen to my music

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Into all the innocent kids,

Big stacks, no lego bricks

The jiggas and the tips

I wanna feed my babys kids

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