This is a song about "Petite"

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Or else compete as i swallow and eat you like a turkey meat... bonne petite!

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

To her eyes i was unknown, she never seen someone so small and petite,

Your waiste so petite then your hips so elite

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

For some who raps so petite

I pray the lord my guns to keep