This is a song about "Little kids getting killed"

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Asking little kids if they can

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

Then some lady named billie holiday