This is a song about "Stabbing little kids"

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

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

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

I walk around understanding the politics

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Except feel the pain stabbing through my heart

Bound to start stabbing the game with it

Bitch you should see my wallet

I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly