This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Asking little kids if they can

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Little kids are at a loss

Where would i be without my dogs

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Kids growing up to be little pricks

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

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin