This is a song about "Stabbing your little brother"

La'mare, his brother said hang in there my little solider things will get better believe me

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Your the little shit that, nobody knows!

Your all little faggot niggas with your city lost,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Boy get off your so called little lady,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

You said i was your little princess

My little brother could rap better than you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal