This is a song about "Little childeren"

Aight santana man...let's do this

Into little minces

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Their influence though, is so largely little

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

But as time passes i enjoy little

A little piece of shit

It ain't like that

But you see my little one,

I wonder so often

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Everytime i think of you, even a little

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

Why are the little kids having little kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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