This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Or getting a little rep to my name

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

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

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

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

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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

Why are the little kids having little kids