This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Its getting crowded and i had a bad week, and kids are stepping on me,

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

If they got kids looks like they'll be getting looked after by there next of kin

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Little kids are at a loss

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

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

And now your best friend's having kids

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

And it's also gon' be the spot that you getting killed in

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation