This is a song about "My kids dies"

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

And it ain’t cool when a small and little kid dies,

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Kids on there's nothing there while my major organs play like instruments

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nah, forget that, no point, you'll always be a weakling who dies

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Only them retarded kids would listen to my music

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient