This is a song about "Little n"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

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

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

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

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

As i light one for ill will

Ever since when i was little

Tried perfecting my letters n

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

I hope we both do learn from this

Into little minces