This is a song about "Little zzaz"

But as time passes i enjoy little

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

How bout we blow this bit

Then take a little road trip

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Answering questions about every little thing,

But you see my little one,

This thing that you could imagine

Tipping acid, little ratchet

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Ain't that how black's do it, right

A little on the dissolved side