This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Why are the little kids having little kids

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Cause i’m getting more kids, then michael’s bed/

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

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