This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

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

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

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

Affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party