This is a song about "Small african children"

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

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

As i christen your children

He’s tha only one

So flee this beef children,

Go where you ain't been

But it was africa the continent we all came from

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

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

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

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

And you're, approaching me right

Box car children trying to hide

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

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants