This is a song about "Little bk"

Ever since when i was little

I don't need no single

My name is little c

Let me rideuntil i get free

Even a little hocus pocus magic

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Why are the little kids having little kids

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

But i know i see better days

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Can't stop won't stop, throwin' bk every day till my blue casket drops

Or maybe too little

With a honey in the middle