This is a song about "Dead children"

All the innocent little children

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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,

Can’t you see just how long my run

So flee this beef children,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

There's children dying and i am crying

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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