You find yourself thinking more about the children
And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun
Tell my children don't worry, i'll be back in a flash
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
My children flew right by and damn, they look so fly.
Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high
Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi
That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye
Cause if i can't feed my son then please let me die,
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread
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