This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

This song alone is getting more kids laid than bitches who get paid to fuck,

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

But now invisible cells around your brain

Or getting a little rep to my name

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids