This is a song about "Black children"

We all children who dont even know.

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,

Box car children trying to hide

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

All the girls really want is fun

As i christen your children

Top dropped down, black on black

That moschino shit is so back

You face made blind children cry

Never had a chance to try

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

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

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen