This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Money long from here to japan

Asking little kids if they can

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

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

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

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Why are the little kids having little kids

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

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