This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

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

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

Kids growing up to be little pricks

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,

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

I'm gonna proudly spit dope, just like my rhymes are a bounty globe,

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics