This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Little kids are at a loss