This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

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

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

You doing the berney at a little kids party

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids