This is a song about "My children my eorld"

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Yeah, since i was a knee high

You face made blind children cry

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for