This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Lying to yourself, all over an image

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

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

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Got stretch marks like she got four kids