This is a song about "Children rap"

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

As i christen your children

And get on down with this thc vision

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Giving us children who look up and be inspired