This is a song about "Children"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

You face made blind children cry

She gotta hold her head up high

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

All the innocent little children

Higher power where these verses from

Box car children trying to hide

Reach for the door, get your access denied

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

We all children who dont even know.

In the club like fuck it, though