This is a song about "Little einstiens"

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Tipping acid, little ratchet

 a little of me and a little of you,

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Chillin' with homies and family

The simplest little thing maddens me

Lady at the frank stand will

Ever since when i was little

Standin on a table

And a little less painful

Into little minces

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Everytime i think of you, even a little

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

All the innocent little children

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one