This is a song about "My kids"

Wanna see if my kids gonna make it through that

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

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

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

Then kidnapped two kids to call my own but wasn't successful with it,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Why are the little kids having little kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Around kids. these fuckin hopeless slits on my wrists arnt doing anything why

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Only them retarded kids would listen to my music