This is a song about "Daddy s little girl"

There was a little girl who never went out to play

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

You a fake little girl cause you just a dumb bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Little girl magic, truth be told, a star in the fold

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

This little girl that got left behind

I'mma live and die in cali

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

No rhyme can save this little boy or girl

Ya shell be aight never hurl