This is a song about "Children"

I'm a son of gun

As i christen your children

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

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

There's children dying and i am crying

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

So flee this beef children,

When it's all said and done