This is a song about "Xander wilton"

All i want is you baby

My name is little c

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

If your man want to bet

Kushed up and my eye red

Like a snow ball running down a hill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Thats why u behind u still the right on the hill...

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

But you better switch your lane before i spit you some damage

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much