This is a song about "Eating children"

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

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

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

So flee this beef children,

Go where you ain't been

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

No rations or resources for eating//

I just got one request, stop breathing

There's children dying and i am crying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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