This is a song about "Little mind made men"

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

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Cause men lie, women lie

I be ballin, they wonder why

Inferior, but i'm nice

A mind made of feces,

She made my mind swirl/my heart started to twirl/when she rocked my world

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets