This is a song about "My kids"

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Only them retarded kids would listen to my music

I didnt know how to raise kids i tried my best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

''my raps don't make sense'' you know why??, cause i am rapping with kids

These kids hating saying i've been losing my mind

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

Wanna see if my kids gonna make it through that

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back