This is a song about "Little timmy"

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

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

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

I'm after you bringing traffic through

 a little of me and a little of you,

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Looks a little like mud!

Hey little boy, im back again

Made a million with the pen

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Everytime i think of you, even a little

Their influence though, is so largely little

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over