This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Little kids are at a loss

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

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

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

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

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

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