This is a song about "My little pont"

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

My name is little c

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

From my peers, they be thinking themselves a little wiser

Its a little hard to understand my point of view

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

I had a little stress stuck in my mind,