This is a song about "Little shop of horrors"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Everytime i think of you, even a little

You, you, you have to pay for that

A little piece of shit

Or he should of been a little quicker

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Feeling a little bit of craz-ee in me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The opposite of sane, yea a little bit psycho

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

Every time i think of you, even a little

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will