This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Or getting a little rep to my name

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

And it's also gon' be the spot that you getting killed in

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

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

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

So here i am at the store for some chips