This is a song about "My little mamita"

They bringing me fish and chips

Do have my own little tricks

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

I had a little stress stuck in my mind,

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Its a little hard to understand my point of view

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I’d like to see you say those little fables to my face,

On our way home talking bout my lie daddys little lawyer

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Or getting a little rep to my name