This is a song about "Little freah"

When it's all said and done

But you see my little one,

Little gay-lookin boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Their influence though, is so largely little

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

A little piece of shit

No car key and i mean that

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

You are a little tuna fish

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Everytime i think of you, even a little

A little on the dissolved side

For now everything just seem so right