This is a song about "4 kids in a shipwerk"

U kids can touch me im walkin in a cloak/

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Bars will put this faggot mc in a figure 4 leg lock till i snap his knee

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

In next 4 bars including this,youll be put where the rest is

Mmg man, we smoked out

Kids crying in the background

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

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids