This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

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

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

I'm gonna proudly spit dope, just like my rhymes are a bounty globe,

You doing the berney at a little kids party

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Or getting a little rep to my name