This is a song about "Little caesars"

This is like riding through the city

Hope you got it little be

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

But you see my little one,

I wonder so often

Ever since when i was little

Lady at the frank stand will

My hopes and all my wishes

Into little minces

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Why are the little kids having little kids

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Answering questions about every little thing,

Put that on everything these other bitches anything