This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Little kids are at a loss

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

Why are the little kids having little kids

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

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Cause i’m getting more kids, then michael’s bed/

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

And this will be the song that we sing