This is a song about "Marrying children"

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

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

You got to have your game tight

Box car children trying to hide

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

We all children who dont even know.

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen