This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

This song alone is getting more kids laid than bitches who get paid to fuck,

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You doing the berney at a little kids party

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die