This is a song about "Little girla"

 a little of me and a little of you,

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Ever since when i was little

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Everytime i think of you, even a little

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

You are a little tuna fish

No car key and i mean that

Tipping acid, little ratchet

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

All the innocent little children

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

To take all those wrongs and make them right

A little on the dissolved side