This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

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

Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,

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

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

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

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Why are the little kids having little kids

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die