This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

I'm gonna proudly spit dope, just like my rhymes are a bounty globe,

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

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

You doing the berney at a little kids party

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

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

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

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

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check