This is a song about "Small african children"

My trademark im small and mental!

So pretentious with no potential

You find yourself thinking more about the children

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Carolina where i made it from

As i christen your children

I am not the only one

All the innocent little children

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Her tits are fucking small

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

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

I can smell it when i go outside

Box car children trying to hide