This is a song about "Little eienstiens"

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Even a little hocus pocus magic

It ain't like that

A little piece of shit

A military mind mean money

Hope you got it little be

I can smell it when i go outside

A little on the dissolved side

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

Answering questions about every little thing,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Everytime i think of you, even a little

But as time passes i enjoy little

Never seen you as lyrical