This is a song about "Little caezar"

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

With a honey in the middle

Ever since when i was little

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Into little minces

Broke and no one notices

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

Their influence though, is so largely little

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Even a little hocus pocus magic

Then take a little road trip

The dead society of a poet

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Everytime i think of you, even a little