This is a song about "Dead children"

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

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

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

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

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

Dump that bitch in the sly

You face made blind children cry

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision