This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

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

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

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

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through