This is a song about "Fucking little kids"

Asking little kids if they can

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Think i'm fucking kidding 'round, killing kids with the sentences,

Then he can just continue to be the little fucking bitch he is

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

And every time those fucking kids will take their stab at it,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly