This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Kids growing up to be little pricks

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

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

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

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

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

Or getting a little rep to my name