This is a song about "Little girla"

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

Answering questions about every little thing,

With a honey in the middle

Or maybe too little

But you see my little one,

A real wonder woman

And last but not least please don't tell no one

All the innocent little children

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Even a little hocus pocus magic