This is a song about "My kids"

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Having you wish you read the bible more,my presence can rival wars

But i step up, keep my head up walking tall schooling kids from neighbourhood halls,

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

Talkin bout all my hopelessness without a focused wish and these doping kids

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

For christ's sake, i stabbed my wife and my two kids!