This is a song about "Being small"

Like a small garage in your backyard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

These joints here not found at the mall

Her tits are fucking small

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

Fuck being counterfeit

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

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

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

Stand tall and stall till small kids fall

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

We can do it for ya for a small fee

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

And keep in my small shiny white nuts