This is a song about "Matthews children"

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

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Box car children trying to hide

Wino might find yo' sight

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

You face made blind children cry

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million