This is a song about "Little zz"

Now you got me hopped up on that

Tipping acid, little ratchet

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Answering questions about every little thing,

How can i convey this

Into little minces

Never seen you as lyrical

Ever since when i was little

Tell your girls, to come join our table

And a little less painful

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

You are a little tuna fish

Hope you got it little be

Oops, i'm so sorry

But as time passes i enjoy little

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