This is a song about "Terrorizing little kids"

Into all the innocent kids,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

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

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

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

You doing the berney at a little kids party

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

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