This is a song about "Little children"

There's children dying and i am crying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

So flee this beef children,

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Children want heros but i've become a villain

You face made blind children cry

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

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

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife