This is a song about "Murdering kids"

I wanna feed my babys kids

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Murdering you before you even come up with a thought

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

You haven't heard of this verbal murdering:

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Kids here think there all grown.....

Now all i am is alone

Murdering the beat fatality

The weed in me is real sticky