This is a song about "Marrying children"

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

As i christen your children

I'm a son of a gun

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Box car children trying to hide

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Aint no marrying this game, bloody murder is the name

The game changed me into +a different world+ like dwayne wayne

Think fast, fast women

So flee this beef children,