This is a song about "Small african children"

As i light one for ill will

My trademark im small and mental!

Everybody have's small problems

My nigga, its all love

So flee this beef children,

So now she picks up the gun

As i christen your children

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Should read the small print here's a small hint,