This is a song about "Children rap"

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

That nuvo or that goose egg got you losin your religion

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Always strap so i was alright

Box car children trying to hide

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

And niggas flashing crazy

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

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

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