This is a song about "Black children"

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Top dropped down, black on black

The crown ruler is back

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

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

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed