This is a song about "Saving children"

So flee this beef children,

And when it's said and done

That was good, and thanks for saving my back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I start out small by slaving africa, this time theres no saving,

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

You find yourself thinking more about the children

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Why not me the same thing

That i'm saving my raging