This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Its getting crowded and i had a bad week, and kids are stepping on me,

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

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Little kids are at a loss

Where would i be without my dogs

Why are the little kids having little kids

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

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

But some toke, do a little coke, laugh have a good time, life's a joke,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

If they got kids looks like they'll be getting looked after by there next of kin

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb