This is a song about "You little hotdog"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Come battle me you little bitch

Hope you got it little be

I swear they think i'm crazy

But you see my little one,

There are times when you'll need someone

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

You stepping up to a nigga who looks little

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

Everytime i think of you, even a little

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