This is a song about "Little caezar"

A little piece of shit

The dead society of a poet

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Into little minces

Now let's make this

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Even a little hocus pocus magic

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Then take a little road trip

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Hope you got it little be

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

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