This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,

Why are the little kids having little kids

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

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

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids