This is a song about "My kids dies"

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

And then along came the wrong man for her

And then your legend dies forever

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

I didnt know how to raise kids i tried my best

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

Them haters wishing they could see my demise