This is a song about "Little birol"

Their influence though, is so largely little

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Little gay-lookin boy

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Ever since when i was little

And my songs when they reach they official

As i light one for ill will

And a little less painful

Why are the little kids having little kids

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Hope you got it little be

It was just another party

The simplest little thing maddens me

Malia family, we the family