This is a song about "Little asians"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

The simplest little thing maddens me

All the innocent little children

On the bible you can run

Or maybe too little

I don't need no single

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

 a little of me and a little of you,

Whites blacks asians arabs jews and latinos

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Well, i can handle that

A little piece of shit

Even a little hocus pocus magic

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face