This is a song about "Little kids"

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

So here i am at the store for some chips

I wanna feed my babys kids

Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,

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

Kids growing up to be little pricks

And now your best friend's having kids

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

But some toke, do a little coke, laugh have a good time, life's a joke,

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope