This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Asking little kids if they can

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

I could think of a couple positions for you

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Just another product of this matrix

Little kids are at a loss

Huh, a metaphor of course

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day