This is a song about "You fucking kids"

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

You juvenile man-kids, #playing #juventus, i'll verily end this

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Too many of you whinny kids coming off as assholes,

And all you kids know it, i'll blast on ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Scaring kids with that boo boo like a fucking dentist

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

And get the prize, and respect you kids cant get

And every time those fucking kids will take their stab at it,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

You kids are new,youve been in the new ages

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love