This is a song about "Will s 16 children"

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And as much as i'd hate to say it, we raising children real soft/

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

Listened to hip hop and thoght i am not alone that´s all crazy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My talent should take me places i've never been

All the innocent little children

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

You face made blind children cry

Dump that bitch in the sly

Will leave a banner on your noggin that will sting and will linger

I decline for the moment he unfollows on twitter