This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

Or getting a little rep to my name

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position