This is a song about "Little freah"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

The simplest little thing maddens me

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But as time passes i enjoy little

Then take a little road trip

With g's in my pocket

All the innocent little children

They had a hell of a run

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

You are a little tuna fish

But you hate them navel kisses