This is a song about "School children"

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Her poor children when they are surrounded by greed

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

When that thing gon fly

You face made blind children cry

I'm a son of a gun

So flee this beef children,

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Same bitches used to play me though

We all children who dont even know.

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried