This is a song about "Banging a midget"

Banging on the back door,

What is hittin' for

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

You're coming up short of my kneecap, midget,

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

See me in the streets, i be banging with my beats

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

So if there's any midget willing to tackle the king

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

U play cod n' hold the controller sideways as ur banging the guns

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Need myself a twin midget so i can have a mini me,

Everybody watching while you touching real money