This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Both: this the perfect plan

Asking little kids if they can

But i ain't get to see you today

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks