This is a song about "Little n"

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

And this will be the song that we sing

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

But as time passes i enjoy little

Baby girl my stroke official

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

As i light one for ill will

Or maybe too little

N ur bars shit!,so little brat quit!,,im up 2 slash ur ass with ma insights spit!,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Made a million with the pen

Sure he died in 96 n