This is a song about "The children have become distrought"

What could you do ?if it was up to you

Haters have become easy for me to run through,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Or blaze a track up loud myself have to become a mc

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Screams,i thought we killed em,thank god he didn't the thought of children

I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Hold on..i'll catch y'all up in the next life

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

Hear the children screach for help all they do is call

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Higher power where these verses from

If the coach knew what he would have become