This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Asking little kids if they can

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

This black snake moan is somethin' to suck bitch

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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

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

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

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

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