This is a song about "Love children"

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Box car children trying to hide

I will be by your side