This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

The youngest of my mother kids

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

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

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Why are the little kids having little kids

Or getting a little rep to my name

And not a single feature except lil wayne

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits