This is a song about "Dead children"

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

She going to borrow some money

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Box car children trying to hide

Walk blind into a line or fight

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

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