This is a song about "Little einstien"

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Their influence though, is so largely little

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

A little piece of shit

If you ain't about money

My name is little c

The simplest little thing maddens me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

But as time passes i enjoy little

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Ever since when i was little

Baby i am professional