This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

You doing the berney at a little kids party

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Little kids are at a loss

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

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