This is a song about "My children my world"

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

My children flew right by and damn, they look so fly.

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

B.o.b, got the world in my hands/

I'm popping rubber bands

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Always holding the world on my shoulder

A couple children i can raise who actually love the world,

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

You are the flawless creature to my world

Back like i never ever left in the first