This is a song about "Little shop of horrors"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Feeling a little bit of craz-ee in me

So i'm one with that

A little piece of shit

Curl up like big worm when i drop

I'm sittin in the barber shop

Theres a little bit of hell in everyone just waiten to escape

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Now let me give you a little taste of my flavor

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Faded like a barber shop

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,