This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Kids growing up to be little pricks

And now your best friend's having kids

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

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Why are the little kids having little kids

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch