This is a song about "Retarted children"

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

The sun gives light cause it is the window

We all children who dont even know.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done