This is a song about "Little kids rapping"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

I love the way you're standing

Don't speak when i'm rapping

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

''my raps don't make sense'' you know why??, cause i am rapping with kids

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Why are the little kids having little kids

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics