This is a song about "Little ellenwood"

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

Answering questions about every little thing,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

A little piece of shit

Tell your girls, to come join our table

And a little less painful

The dead society of a poet

Then take a little road trip

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

And cooperate you pretty little flowers