This is a song about "Children"

Ross and folarin, couple women

As i christen your children

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Have you ever felt like, like you never get life

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

There's children dying and i am crying

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

And my kick game beyond crazy

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women