This is a song about "Dead children"

We all children who dont even know.

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

All you niggas dead , dead fake

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

You find yourself thinking more about the children

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Millions of children, bitch it must be.