This is a song about "Children"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

You face made blind children cry

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice