This is a song about "Happy children"

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

All the innocent little children

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

When we were happy simultaneously

Pretty happy with where i live

Call the network dipset family ties

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Happy sadness lonely

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

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian