This is a song about "Little shit"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Take a little bit of the shit, it quickly leads to me unloading my clip,

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Into little minces

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

And my songs when they reach they official

But as time passes i enjoy little

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Maybe they'd relate a little more if shit wasn't to make a profit,

But some toke, do a little coke, laugh have a good time, life's a joke,

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Ever since when i was little

But i am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note)

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope