This is a song about "Children"

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Back like i never ever left in the first

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

My drive is like no one

So flee this beef children,

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Box car children trying to hide

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

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

There's children dying and i am crying

And my only fear's a wedding ring