This is a song about "Stabbing little kids"

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

Asking little kids if they can

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

Bound to start stabbing the game with it

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

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

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

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

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

You doing the berney at a little kids party

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see