This is a song about "Inequality between children"

Just curl up between your sheets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

All the innocent little children

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

As i christen your children

I told him get his 9 and run

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Rapping machine clapping between

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Between man and morality this insanity