This is a song about "Birthday for kids"

For christ's sake, i stabbed my wife and my two kids!

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Tell me how can we live this way

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

For blacks and the whites, but these kids hear us slaughter cops,

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Your birthday and anniversary

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,