This is a song about "Little children"

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

You face made blind children cry

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

All the innocent little children

And last but not least please don't tell no one

So flee this beef children,

Because he made his decision

Make them more insecure when they caught one

You find yourself thinking more about the children

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns