This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Asking little kids if they can

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

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

Why are the little kids having little kids

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away