This is a song about "Fighting children"

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Top ten charts, where i reside

Box car children trying to hide

Whether you wrong or you right

Fighting crime like the, dark knight

Keep fighting , keep believing

I was born to do the damn thing

There's children dying and i am crying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

And my only fear's a wedding ring

But im sick of the fighting

You know i be teasing, though

We all children who dont even know.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Millions of children, bitch it must be.