This is a song about "Touching children"

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Yeah bitch this date's done

As i christen your children

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Tryna find a way ball without touching the court

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

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division