This is a song about "Little n"

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

'cause for them i'm just little / less 'n' #diminished

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

I call them hoes josh smith

Into little minces

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

But as time passes i enjoy little

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Pretending to be awake 'n

I pop one, you pop one

To strengthen your defending 'n

Or maybe too little

Baby girl my stroke official