This is a song about "Child murders"

Child support and welfare

Woah there, woah there

Bloody, gory, messy murders. you should throw her in a burner

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

A million nasty things went through my mind

And i'm still considered a child

Because you gotta finish a paper

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

To make you watch all the lyrical murders i commit

Cause when i make this stew

Patience child. i smile upon you.

Than the shit that murders diabetics, and i'll beat ya,

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra