This is a song about "Little bzazzz"

But somehow it made them listen

But you see my little one,

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working

Answering questions about every little thing,

 a little of me and a little of you,

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

But as time passes i enjoy little

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

With a honey in the middle

Or maybe too little