This is a song about "Children"

He’s tha only one

So flee this beef children,

So now she picks up the gun

As i christen your children

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

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

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

You find yourself thinking more about the children

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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