This is a song about "Love little"

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Why are the little kids having little kids

Ain't no fame, i love my fans just a little more

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Yet the things that i love

Ships that sail to distant places

Trust they seen enough

Baby if you want my love

Ever since when i was little

Lady at the frank stand will

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Into little minces

Cuz ignorance is bliss