This is a song about "Little sibilings"

And you ride with this

Into little minces

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Even a little hocus pocus magic

And a little less painful

As i light one for ill will

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

With a honey in the middle

Ever since when i was little

With some lesbians that don't know english

You are a little tuna fish

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

But as time passes i enjoy little

The world is so typical

Or maybe too little