This is a song about "Children"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

There's children dying and i am crying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

You find yourself thinking more about the children

So flee this beef children,

Shout out chicken getting chicken

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Children want heros but i've become a villain

On that red-eyed kush flight

Box car children trying to hide