This is a song about "Little sisters"

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Like a lame ass little bunny

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Asking little kids if they can

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Their influence though, is so largely little

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Something a little more subtle

I put you on that pedestal