This is a song about "Terrorizing little kids"

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

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Little kids are at a loss

Speed up, patience, please cause

Affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Kids growing up to be little pricks

The youngest of my mother kids

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

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

I only got four minutes

Stories we were told as kids