This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Or getting a little rep to my name

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Kids growing up to be little pricks

You can hear it in my lyrics

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

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

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one