This is a song about "My little mamita"

All these fake smiles cause my heart a little pain

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

My little brother could rap better than you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Flow my sold little blister like a flames pond rippling...

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

On our way home talking bout my lie daddys little lawyer

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.