This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

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

This song alone is getting more kids laid than bitches who get paid to fuck,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Why are the little kids having little kids

Asking little kids if they can

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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