This is a song about "Copycat little gitls"

But as time passes i enjoy little

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

A little piece of shit

And i must admit

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

All the innocent little children

You are a little tuna fish

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Into little minces

Little gay-lookin boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy