This is a song about "Obese children from texas"

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Box car children trying to hide

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Talkin texas 100 im talking av summers are deafnetly warmer

There's children dying and i am crying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

'till like illegal mexicans in texas, bitch we'll break borders,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Third ward general, young cash money

Millions of children, bitch it must be.