This is a song about "Little ceazers"

As i light one for ill will

And a little less painful

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Everytime i think of you, even a little

Tipping acid, little ratchet

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

It'll last for all these crazy days

The simplest little thing maddens me

Please boo what's your size crazy

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Ever since when i was little

And my songs when they reach they official