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

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

All the innocent little children

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Hard to move on when you always regret one

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

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