This is a song about "Little einstien"

Magic city, everything kosher

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Into little minces

Cause ignorance is bliss

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

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

And my songs when they reach they official

But as time passes i enjoy little

Even a little hocus pocus magic

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Their influence though, is so largely little

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

And a little less painful