This is a song about "Decapitating children"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

All the innocent little children

There's children dying and i am crying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

We all children who dont even know.

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

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

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