This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

You doing the berney at a little kids party

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Asking little kids if they can

Alcatraz was purchased by a white man

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

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

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms