This is a song about "Little einstien"

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Into little minces

All the innocent little children

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

Little gay-lookin boy

Their influence though, is so largely little

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

But you see my little one,

Top ranked, number one my son

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

 a little of me and a little of you,