This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

So here i am at the store for some chips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

I walk around understanding the politics

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

Little kids are at a loss

Where would i be without my dogs

Asking little kids if they can

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Getting a little more than an hour's pay