This is a song about "Black children"

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

We kung-fu that jack black/

Bring that shit the fuck back

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

There's children dying and i am crying

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life