This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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