This is a song about "Dead children"

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

There's children dying and i am crying

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Box car children trying to hide

Cause you didn’t play the game right

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

We all children who dont even know.