This is a song about "Little n"

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

Tried perfecting my letters n

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

Shun guns n' they toking, little was spoken, smoking, thanking whoever brought the toke in

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Cold, my style making my nose run

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Make them more insecure when they caught one

To strengthen your defending 'n

They'l diss your dissonance n' rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Tried perfecting my letters n

Sure he died in 96 n

So we can live again