This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Why are the little kids having little kids

I walk around understanding the politics

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Or getting a little rep to my name

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

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

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone