This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

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

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

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

If they got kids looks like they'll be getting looked after by there next of kin

You doing the berney at a little kids party

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Asking little kids if they can

Playboy, i don't own that man

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

So let me tell you about this guy