This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

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

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Asking little kids if they can

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Or getting a little rep to my name