This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

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

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