This is a song about "Little doozey"

 a little of me and a little of you,

And if i do go you better come through

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

All the innocent little children

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

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

I don't need no single

Or maybe too little

I'm stuck with that

A little piece of shit

I’m a factor and your facial

And a little less painful

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Answering questions about every little thing,