This is a song about "Little boi"

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Ill say it strait up, boi your lines fuckin reek

Cuz ignorance is bliss

You are a little tuna fish

That shoebox shit, over with

Into little minces

All the innocent little children

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

But you see my little one,

I wonder so often

Lady at the frank stand will

And a little less painful

With a honey in the middle

Ever since when i was little