This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

I'm gonna proudly spit dope, just like my rhymes are a bounty globe,

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

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Little kids are at a loss

Black fours red drop head doors

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

And truthfully girl you really make my day

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

I'm just trying to find a chick that's flier than my prior bitch

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck