This is a song about "God s children"

Box car children trying to hide

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

All the innocent little children

So now she picks up the gun

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

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