This is a song about "Terrorizing little kids"

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

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Asking little kids if they can

This the land of the white man

When you spill out hits

Stories we were told as kids

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him