This is a song about "African children"

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

Girls fast how jamaicans run

So flee this beef children,

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

You find yourself thinking more about the children

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

So here i am at the store for some chips