This is a song about "Black children"

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

We all children who dont even know.

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

You find yourself thinking more about the children