This is a song about "Malls kids"

"i'll take seven kids from columbine

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Why are the little kids having little kids

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

So many kids are hungry,

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Watching ya kids through their window