This is a song about "Marrying children"

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I wonder why we take from our women

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

It's no longer a new jack city

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

Damn is your mattress dry

You face made blind children cry

All the innocent little children

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Aint no marrying this game, bloody murder is the name

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight