This is a song about "Those bloody kids"

Third ward general, young cash money

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

This is for those kids who feel no love, let their arm slash,

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Why are the little kids having little kids

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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

So with our words we can give those kids the power

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free