This is a song about "Dying children in africa"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Tell my children don't worry, i'll be back in a flash

There's children dying and i am crying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

This prison has withered the children in need to be filled with a dinner, you see?

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

Shoot up children in a matter of a minute, media forecast, this criminal