This is a song about "My little monkey"

On our way home talking bout my lie daddys little lawyer

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

If you think imma furnish my space with worthless little verses

But you see my little one,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

My name is little c

And its simple as that baby

My little brother could rap better than you

When i get to warwick avenue

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

I had a little stress stuck in my mind,

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Do have my own little tricks

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks