This is a song about "Children of the damned"

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

You find yourself thinking more about the children

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Miami nights, ain't another one

All the innocent little children

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Promote sex to children under the age of ten,

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

I put the f in unk so i'll be damned if you start walking out

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves