This is a song about "Children richtsnoer"

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

I'm chillin with children and women we gunnin for fun

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife

Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life

Couple grand when i rock the night

Box car children trying to hide

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

See, i'm second to no one

All the innocent little children