This is a song about "Dead black children"

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

She always comin back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Box car children trying to hide

I’ll be back on the same night

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

So now she picks up the gun

All the innocent little children

You find yourself thinking more about the children

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

As i christen your children

For those whey no fit dey fix son