This is a song about "Marrying children"

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

You face made blind children cry

As i christen your children

Ross and folarin, couple women

And it weighs a ton

So flee this beef children,

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I delete they history

Millions of children, bitch it must be.