This is a song about "My children my eorld"

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

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

There's children dying and i am crying

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

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