This is a song about "Happy children"

But that's what he liked her

And happy if its forever

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Pretty happy with where i live

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

There's children dying and i am crying

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

As i christen your children

It ain't where i been

When we were happy simultaneously

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee