This is a song about "Little bleach"

Tell your girls, to come join our table

And a little less painful

Bleach my mutherfucking dick and take a mutherfucking pic

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Good love then i can do that for her

Even a little hocus pocus magic

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Tipping acid, little ratchet

You don't mean that, you faggot

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My name is little c

Cause time is money