This is a song about "Gods children"

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Box car children trying to hide

I’ll be back on the same night

In private, not public in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Creyente, believer in gods word

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts