This is a song about "Children rap"

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

You face made blind children cry

Yeah, since i was a knee high

As i christen your children

Because he made his decision

We all children who dont even know.

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life

And this from a person that never believed in religion

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

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

20 racks really thats sneaker money