This is a song about "My addiction to a children"

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Tell my children don't worry, i'll be back in a flash

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

A addiction to feed with no #money even to eat but still manage to #keep,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

It's hard trying to lose a drug or drinking addiction

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

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

An addition with addiction leads to evictions and questions

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle