This is a song about "Cant see my kids"

So turn off the invisibility, cuz your rhymes i just cant see,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I wanna feed my babys kids

Crack head girls who cant look after there own kids is anything sadder

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And i know that your supply

Cant see, no twinkles from thy eye,

Cant see me or my snipers

Talking of the gods you serve

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Cant you see the true religion jeans

Half belizian, half from the phillipines

Bun b, i’m underground king

Broken my heart, cant see it healing