This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

And it's also gon' be the spot that you getting killed in

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Or getting a little rep to my name

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

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Just another product of this matrix

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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