This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

You gotta let these shits go, man

Asking little kids if they can

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through