This is a song about "Little children"

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Can’t you see just how long my run

So flee this beef children,

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Children want heros but i've become a villain

You face made blind children cry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Box car children trying to hide

Which you know i'm different, right

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned