This is a song about "Little zzaz"

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

I’m a factor and your facial

And a little less painful

Their influence though, is so largely little

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Get my taste from all of my bitches

You are a little tuna fish

And i just love your flashy ways

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Even a little hocus pocus magic

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers