This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

And the v12, that's on various trips

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Or getting a little rep to my name

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

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

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

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

But i ain't get to see you today

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Talkin' thathip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch