This is a song about "Fighting children"

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

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Fighting vicious like please

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Fighting vicious like please

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

Dreamin on a lullaby

You face made blind children cry