This is a song about "Gods children"

Doomed by gods stupidity

Lord knows you've been busy

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Know nobody's perfect im holy but even gods sin,

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

And she throws up whatever she eats

So you better fight right for gods sake.

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I mean the game been dry

You face made blind children cry

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

You find yourself thinking more about the children

I want to fight the music on this one