This is a song about "A little words"

Looks a little like mud!

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Pour a little liquor

We just looking in the mirror

Ouch, hurt a little, probably cause yo words are simple

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

You a bitchass, little like stewart

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks