This is a song about "Stabbing little kids"

Little kids are at a loss

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

Get booty set sail on coast inhale no choke exhale no smoke no joke...

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Stabbing and gashing at me, thrashing my arms and motherfucken knees