This is a song about "Children song"

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

There's children dying and i am crying

Always strap so i was alright

Box car children trying to hide

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Instead of singin' the same song

You find yourself thinking more about the children

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Hope you enjoyed the song

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Da inspiration to make dis song.

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb