This is a song about "Children"

There's children dying and i am crying

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,

Screams,i thought we killed em,thank god he didn't the thought of children

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

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

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

Call the network dipset family ties

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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