This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Little kids are at a loss

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

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

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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