This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Or getting a little rep to my name

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

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

But i am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note)

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Kids growing up to be little pricks