This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Or getting a little rep to my name

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Why are the little kids having little kids

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

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Real niggas never hate another man

Asking little kids if they can