This is a song about "Little boi"

Into little minces

It's a beautiful bliss

The world is so typical

Or maybe too little

Ill say it strait up, boi your lines fuckin reek

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Outkast, andre and big boi gave a name to the south,