This is a song about "Happy children"

We all children who dont even know.

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Can’t you see just how long my run

So flee this beef children,

Pretty happy with where i live

I need a backyard full court size

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

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

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

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

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

There's children dying and i am crying

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women