This is a song about "This little light of mine"

But the same deposition take it every time

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

With how i been, i been reckless, this life of mine oh so precious

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Fuck all this shit, my life is mine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Which is why this arm of mine is cut up

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub