This is a song about "Little sisters"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Watch me fuck all these bitches

Into little minces

Something a little more subtle

I'm on the block as usual

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Album covers ‘n the sisters of friends

So listen when the sisters whisper slightly audibly,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

We on a world tour, wale your man

Asking little kids if they can