This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

Little kids are at a loss

Where would i be without my dogs

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Kids growing up to be little pricks

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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