This is a song about "Helping kids"

I wanna feed my babys kids

She likes the way it hits her lips

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I had the agility to fight and make a no helping me policy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

But don't kid yourself, there where no helping hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life

Cuz the the one you put in my back just helping me thrive

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics