This is a song about "Little einstines"

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

 a little of me and a little of you,

And if i do go you better come through

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Their influence though, is so largely little

Hope you got it little be

Bait baby, wait baby

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

It's a beautiful bliss

Into little minces