This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Asking little kids if they can

Yeah, the kid in this thang

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Little kids are at a loss

Huh, a metaphor of course