This is a song about "Marrying children"

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

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

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I'm chillin with children and women we gunnin for fun

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

As i christen your children

Because he made his decision

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Children want heros but i've become a villain

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run