This is a song about "Ashlea little"

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

A little piece of shit

How bout we blow this bit

Baby girl my stroke official

Ever since when i was little

The simplest little thing maddens me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Or maybe too little

Lady at the frank stand will

And a little less painful

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful