This is a song about "Terrorizing little kids"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white 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

I wanna feed my babys kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

Kids growing up to be little pricks

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Stories we were told as kids

While scheming on hits

My team getting digits

I try and respect kids

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin