This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Or getting a little rep to my name

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying