This is a song about "Terrorizing 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

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

I keep terrorizing rappers like osama

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Andy samberg: oh dang

Asking little kids if they can

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.