This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

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

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

Asking little kids if they can

This the land of the white man

Little kids are at a loss

And of course, my car's off course

Or getting a little rep to my name

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

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

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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