This is a song about "Being a small person"

But hey i'm not a person

Baby you're the one

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Not a morning person, hell no

I want to fight the music on this one

Use to always be shy not a people person

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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

Is when a person has a artistic skill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

You're a faggot person that's for certain

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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