This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Cause i’m getting more kids, then michael’s bed/

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

If they got kids looks like they'll be getting looked after by there next of kin

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

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

Asking little kids if they can

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang