This is a song about "A little boy"

People who care about each other make me hurl

No rhyme can save this little boy or girl

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

When i was just a boy

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

Little gay looking boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

I don't care when i was a little boy my toys were bombs knives and bitch i even

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him