This is a song about "Unwanted kids"

What if barack's skin was all black, truthfully

And i see kids treating other kids so crucially

Kids here think there all grown.....

That he dont even own

Look, i tried to call it quits

And speak to suburban kids

Into all the innocent kids,

Big stacks, no lego bricks

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I try and respect kids

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks