This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

And getting money is the song i sing

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Why are the little kids having little kids

I only got four minutes

Kids growing up to be little pricks

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics