This is a song about "Matthews children"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

There's children dying and i am crying

And getting money is the song i sing

So y'all niggas can fly

You face made blind children cry

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

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Millions of children, bitch it must be.