This is a song about "Petite"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I stack racks fat you haters pockets 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!

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Your waiste so petite then your hips so elite

Yeah i know we never got to meet

For some who raps so petite