This is a song about "Little timmy"

But as time passes i enjoy little

And my songs when they reach they official

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Everytime i think of you, even a little

Into little minces

I got to fight this

Cos when timmy went to school and tried his very hardest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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