This is a song about "Kids in africia"

Kids in the bathroom were just passing by

Live off my lie and my lullaby

If you look to your right there is starving kids in tears of silence

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Half the kids, trapped in this, black abyss, of criminal life thinking

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

I just spoke to million kids in a matter of just one take,

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Doesn't try and keep her crazy kids in fuckin line,

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

And kids spend their lives in the cells, and we're best safe,