This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

Weed i can't pronounce man

Asking little kids if they can