This is a song about "Banging a midget"

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,

I ain't into ganging up, banging 'em, or slanging drugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

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

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

That all of y’all will be banging this shit like gay penises

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see