This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

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

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Its getting crowded and i had a bad week, and kids are stepping on me,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

The youngest of my mother kids

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Why are the little kids having little kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

But i ain't get to see you today