This is a song about "The children of matthew"

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

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

You find yourself thinking more about the children

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

And reeled in all the children, lured em into the building and killed em

Children en-captured in the fact there's one thing he can't get

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Promote sex to children under the age of ten,

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division