This is a song about "Little children"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

You face made blind children cry

You other brothers can’t deny

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children