This is a song about "Little"

Everytime i think of you, even a little

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

The simplest little thing maddens me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And a little less painful

Standin on a table

I'm after you bringing traffic through

 a little of me and a little of you,

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Then take a little road trip

I know some rn's that still strip