This is a song about "Children who are forced to kill"

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Tech broke this down for you, the cia are known to kill,

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

80. your forced to defeat,

More money that mean less sleep

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Forced to live another day and die another night,

Are biased, fuck equality, to kill us they were meant to be,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

We don't ever make love

Ill be forced to turn vicious

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

My raps are so deadly they gave me a license to kill

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Children who actually have a life worth living for,