This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Little kids are at a loss

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Or getting a little rep to my name

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

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long