This is a song about "Little children"

But somehow it made them listen

All the innocent little children

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Ross and folarin, couple women

As i christen your children

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

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

That nuvo or that goose egg got you losin your religion

So flee this beef children,

I'm a son of gun

Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done