This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Just another product of this matrix

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully

Little kids are at a loss

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying