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

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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

An addition with addiction leads to evictions and questions

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Self inflicted, stuck in a cycle of addiction

Box car children trying to hide

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

To feed an addiction

Gin makes me sin

Heard voices in my head but it calmed my addiction.

You just working with the scraps you was given