This is a song about "Things that kidssay"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

That going through some things

It’s kind of hard to ignore the things that you say

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

I rather give you my last to see you live again

All the things that ill do, my inhumane brain/

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I'm scared of the things that will come in the years.

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Talkin bout things that he be doin in his regect pj's

Step back an realize the different things that happened

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

She did things that were bad

Can't win with a passive attack

To cut the very things that have you fuckin tethered in life.

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice