This is a song about "Little ellenwood"

And a little less painful

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

So it's nothing to finish

Into little minces

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay-lookin boy

The dead society of a poet

Then take a little road trip

The simplest little thing maddens me

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Hope you got it little be

Bait baby, wait baby

Why are the little kids having little kids

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six