This is a song about "Loving your kids"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

If you look to your right there is starving kids in tears of silence

If your kids need anything,

Or the chick leaving

Let my angel sing

My shit, i know u loving

The resemblance of me and your kids is uncanny

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets