This is a song about "Nervous little bit awkward"

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Feeling a little bit of craz-ee in me

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

I'm explicit while you're shit ain't talking a little bit

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Theres a little bit of hell in everyone just waiten to escape

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

You gonna focus on your rhymes just a little bit

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

An expression of obsession with life, just a little bit

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit