This is a song about "Children"

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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