This is a song about "Children of the damned"

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

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

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

The future for our youth's group is damned, the roots,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

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

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

I'm on i-80 though with my baby