This is a song about "Terrorizing little kids"

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I try and respect kids

It's moe, all i need is more chips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

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

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

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

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

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks