This is a song about "Matthew children"

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

You face made blind children cry

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

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

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

All the innocent little children

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

There's children dying and i am crying