This is a song about "Little boi"

All the innocent little children

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

I'm caged up in state prison

But you see my little one,

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

With only two songs, look at what i did

Tipping acid, little ratchet

2 chains, i got 2 bitches

Into little minces

Their influence though, is so largely little

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol