This is a song about "Dead children"

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Coroners comfort your mama

Dead , shot etc

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

And please never disrespect my set

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Yeah bitch this date's done

So flee this beef children,

Box car children trying to hide

And if i want to go outside

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed