This is a song about "Little doozey"

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

The simplest little thing maddens me

Into little minces

You ain't working hard as this

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Baby i am professional

Ever since when i was little

Why are the little kids having little kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

But you see my little one,

Hold on you can see my vision

I’m a factor and your facial

And a little less painful

All the innocent little children

Carolina where i made it from