This is a song about "That little"

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Little details and times and names that i don't wanna,

Little boy with that rhyme scheme, i don't think you'll get far.

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

From the womb, my newborn child

This little girl that got left behind

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

You a little nigga that cant even compete

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

I must confess that i'm a little obsessed

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Who the fuck would've thought that one little lone mc

That i kept a little too long in the furnace

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz