This is a song about "The children of matthew"

Killing men women and children day after day murdering in every way, the shits unimaginable,

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

But we'll have a world that the children can live in

Hear the children screach for help all they do is call

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes