This is a song about "Little children"

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

We got money to go get baby

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

And my only fear's a wedding ring

There's children dying and i am crying

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

You other brothers can’t deny

You face made blind children cry

So flee this beef children,

Can’t you see just how long my run