This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Or getting a little rep to my name

Can't nothing come between me and you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Why are the little kids having little kids

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Everybody finger point in your direction

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