This is a song about "Little dilly"

Why are the little kids having little kids

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

No one notice your struggle

Something a little more subtle

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Pour a little liquor

And that i spent the night with her

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

All drinks on me like a fuckin' coaster

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

A little on the dissolved side

And you're, approaching me right