This is a song about "Black children"

You face made blind children cry

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

You find yourself thinking more about the children

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Box car children trying to hide

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children