This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Asking little kids if they can

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

And it's also gon' be the spot that you getting killed in

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Kids growing up to be little pricks

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

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

This song alone is getting more kids laid than bitches who get paid to fuck,

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup