This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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,

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Cause i’m getting more kids, then michael’s bed/

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Or getting a little rep to my name

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes