This is a song about "Little children"

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

We all children who dont even know.

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

There's children dying and i am crying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

You face made blind children cry

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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