This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

You doing the berney at a little kids party

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

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

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Asking little kids if they can

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