This is a song about "That little"

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

But little did i know that i would rise to the top,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

// [it's a little too late to say that you're sorry now]

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

11. there's still a little part of me that needs to prove,

Haha now aint that just a little funny

Third ward general, young cash money

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good... aye....3 times aye...

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap