This is a song about "School children"

Box car children trying to hide

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

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

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I pop one, you pop one

So flee this beef children,

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife

There's children dying and i am crying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children