This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

I make forty-some dollars a day

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

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

If they got kids looks like they'll be getting looked after by there next of kin

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

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