This is a song about "Poor little big face"

To yelp coz ur a little bit and ur a dick and ur goin to get kick in the face so u

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

To get them niggas while they laid back

To see her pretty little face bruised and black

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

I represent the desperation of the poor

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Got them little red dots directed at your face

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

About racism, we would have little agreements in a big way!

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

I’d like to see you say those little fables to my face,