This is a song about "Little"

My name is little c

Lets come up to my city

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Go play with your sex toy

Little gay-lookin boy

The simplest little thing maddens me

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Tipping acid, little ratchet

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Their influence though, is so largely little

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Answering questions about every little thing,

Keeping them on the hip

Then take a little road trip