This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

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

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given