This is a song about "Little mind made men"

Vijay singh and all of them

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

And just maybe i will go easy on you little ( g ), cause your raps are ( o ), made my comp blow

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

How is it that little nigga like me made it too my dreams

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Till your ligaments' stiff when rigarmortis get you little men sittin'

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Straight lane kiffen them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.