This is a song about "Dead children"

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

We all children who dont even know.

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

You find yourself thinking more about the children

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

Holla out my set

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

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

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first