Filthy rich rappers selling kids drugs,
Manufacturing privileged imitation thugs.
Tats on your face ’cause mom’s basement is comfy,
And just blame “the system” when you have no money.
Trick hoe bitches and teeth made of gold,
At first it was cool but now it’s just old.
“Stay in school” doesn’t have the same ring,
So about how to stay in prison they sing.
Kids don’t need fathers that’s what welfare’s for,
Keep having kids and you’ll keep earning more.
And when you’re on trial for theft and assault,
Just tell the judge it was the gun’s fault.