This is a song about "Butt fucking children"

Box car children trying to hide

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Sound like applause when she shakin that butt

It's late and you stuck in my basement

I’ll kick only motherfuckers butt.

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

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

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Work straight out the kitchen

As i christen your children

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup