This is a song about "My little monkey"

If you think imma furnish my space with worthless little verses

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

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

On our way home talking bout my lie daddys little lawyer

Do have my own little tricks

When you spill out hits

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

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

Might seem like little hype and i'm wasting my teen years

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings