This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

And this will be the song that we sing

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

I make forty-some dollars a day

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

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

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Asking little kids if they can

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see