This is a song about "Little good"

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need little cheat

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Or maybe too little

As i light one for ill will

What i do though for good

Better than your bitch would

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

But some toke, do a little coke, laugh have a good time, life's a joke,

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

This is no trial, this a closed case

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

I got 800 invisible men

Into little minces

As often, i do this