This is a song about "Little caezar"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Then take a little road trip

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

But as time passes i enjoy little

My name is little c

And losin all his money

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Everytime i think of you, even a little

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

Their influence though, is so largely little

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

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

And cooperate you pretty little flowers