This is a song about "Matthew children"

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

As i christen your children

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

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

I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Hold on you can see my vision

All the innocent little children