This is a song about "Little mouse"

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Why are the little kids having little kids

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

When they know the truth is u a mouse/

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Its like a game of cat an mouse,

You ain't working hard as this

Into little minces

Ever since when i was little

The world is so typical

Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant

Say hi to the ritalin regiment