This is a song about "Happy children"

And when it's said and done

As i christen your children

You find yourself thinking more about the children

You just working with the scraps you was given

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Children want heros but i've become a villain

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

You face made blind children cry

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Miami nights, ain't another one

All the innocent little children

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Pretty happy with where i live