This is a song about "He 13 n got children"

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Can just go ahead and cruise, he got nothing to lose

The children will deal bullying and deal with the stress,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

See no matter how badly he got kicked in the gut

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,

Children en-captured in the fact there's one thing he can't get

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

And a clown is invited so he can take children into bedrooms and make them frown,

Put that pussy right up in my face, i remember, the way she put it down