This is a song about "Dead children"

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

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

And getting money is the song i sing

There's children dying and i am crying

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

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

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

You made me wanna

Dead , shot etc

You find yourself thinking more about the children

You just working with the scraps you was given

Wale dc said we on joe

We all children who dont even know.