This is a song about "Children"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

You find yourself thinking more about the children

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

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

It's evil, people feel like they're stuck in a system, moms clutching their children

There's children dying and i am crying

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

Children want heros but i've become a villain

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

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