This is a song about "Petite"

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Your waiste so petite then your hips so elite

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

For some who raps so petite

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

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

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep