This is a song about "Little eistein"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Tipping acid, little ratchet

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Or maybe too little

With a honey in the middle

And a little less painful

Lady at the frank stand will

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

Then take a little road trip

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

But you see my little one,

And get on down with this thc vision