This is a song about "Being a small person"

Imma a dangerous person

Flyer then the rest of them

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Is when a person has a artistic skill

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Now a person people want to ignore

The ice ain't really nothing to her

But he's small and got a structure

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

Never leave em a small chance, even if they flip a dime

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

She never ready to go so she forever come

I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?