This is a song about "Little kids"

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

But i am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note)

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

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

Why are the little kids having little kids

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I wanna feed my babys kids

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Little kids are at a loss

Huh, a metaphor of course

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Kids growing up to be little pricks