This is a song about "Little cunts"

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Into little minces

It's a beautiful bliss

Half these cunts got it backward’s man/

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

But as time passes i enjoy little

Never seen you as lyrical

C is for crazy cunts critizing crap, no lie

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Why are the little kids having little kids

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks