This is a song about "Retarded children"

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

You're history ain't shit to me you bitch you're retarded

Burned my mouth with a lighter, im so close to retarded

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Don't make me get started, my flow is retarded/

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

My flow is retarded and sicker then most

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

So flee this beef children,

On the bible you can run

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Go so hard its retarded