This is a song about "Decapitating children"

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

I'm chillin with children and women we gunnin for fun

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Giving us children who look up and be inspired