This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

Just another product of this matrix

Kids growing up to be little pricks

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

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

Why are the little kids having little kids

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Or getting a little rep to my name

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

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

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets