This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

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

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics