This is a song about "Dead black children"

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

All the innocent little children

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

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

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

Top dropped down, black on black

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

You face made blind children cry

Never had a chance to try