This is a song about "Black children"

Top dropped down, black on black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Black as black like the blacktop/

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Box car children trying to hide

Living my life like i'm living right

There's children dying and i am crying

And this will be the song that we sing

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

You find yourself thinking more about the children

And stay focused on the women and you get less done