This is a song about "Bambirra small willy"

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

What you really feeling? and how you willy healing

I'm a small mothafucka, with the strength of a giant,

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Like a small garage in your backyard

If you thought it, it better be what you want

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

She'll tae kwon do anythin' that we mentioned

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Ive been in brawls where ive been beated till i could only crawl, the world is to small,

You think i'm so small but actually i'm tough so please fuss up, cause they call

On the slow jam of love

Everybody have's small problems