This is a song about "Children of the damned"

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

All the innocent little children

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

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

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.