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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Little kids are at a loss

Alcohol and booty calls