This is a song about "My little pont"

After the club, gettin you open

But you see my little one,

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

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

My fate, watchin out for every little mistake

On our way home talking bout my lie daddys little lawyer

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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