This is a song about "Little bk"

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

As i light one for ill will

And a little less painful

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Their influence though, is so largely little

A little on the dissolved side

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

You are a little tuna fish

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

I never crack i got that chap stick

Even a little hocus pocus magic

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,