This is a song about "Little eienstiens"

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Everytime i think of you, even a little

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Then take a little road trip

And i must admit

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Little gay-lookin boy

Answering questions about every little thing,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

All the innocent little children

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Even a little hocus pocus magic

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick