This is a song about "Little bz"

But you see my little one,

Go where you ain't been

She’s a star if i ever seen one

All the innocent little children

Answering questions about every little thing,

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Everytime i think of you, even a little

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Tipping acid, little ratchet

But as time passes i enjoy little

Baby i am professional

And a little less painful

Standin on a table