This is a song about "Black children"

See, i'm second to no one

All the innocent little children

I am not the only one

So flee this beef children,

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

I don't trust no one

As i christen your children