This is a song about "Children of the damned"

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

I say "stay", she wanna leave

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

The children will deal bullying and deal with the stress,

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Once i'm on a roll, you don't want to challenge me, i can't control the damned