FOR the Children Video (MV)

Sugar coated cuties in my crib call me playboi
Hoppin from state to state gettin bunnies like a playboy
Hit your city run and hide
Relationship genocide
Take ya girl or ya bride
Can do it while I'm high
Smokin on green like Te Fiti
Fly my mom out to tahiti
Italy, Fiji
Livin this life be so easy
All these niggas wanna be me
Smoking on that contraband
Money growing in my hands
Monsta poppin rubba bands
Put my name in high demand
Go up, helicopter
Death or dishonor
Some niggas don wan call a doctor
Might get killed by they partner
No double crossers
Send a message by making a martyr
Soul boutta make a departure
Send a brother to our father
Wish it wasn't so
Still hug ya mama at the funeral
Niggas bro
While people profit off our pain
Still carry their names
Our country still the same
Put the system such a way
Where the kids are being trained
That the world is set in place
Where we need to segregate
Better late than never
Never teach them hate
Let the kids be better
They learn from example we need to teach them better
Knowledge we feed em better
We need to lead em better