This is a song about "Little einstines"

Their influence though, is so largely little

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Everytime i think of you, even a little

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

The simplest little thing maddens me

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Baby i am professional

Or maybe too little

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Little gay-lookin boy

Why are the little kids having little kids

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips