This is a song about "Little children"

He’s tha only one

So flee this beef children,

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

As i christen your children

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

I'm chillin with children and women we gunnin for fun

There's nothin' like where i come from

All the innocent little children

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Box car children trying to hide

Get ready to ignite

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice