This is a song about "Eating children"

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

While you chinese be eating flies

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

There's children dying and i am crying

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan