This is a song about "Obese children from texas"

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Jigsaw isn't here or leatherface in texas chainsaw

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Beyond obese/ i didn't know how to behave/ i was an

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

She going to borrow some money

Indo queen from that dirty south texas browntown menace

Now momma told me be careful who you love

As i christen your children

When it's all said and done

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?