This is a song about "Biggy small"

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard

But he's small and got a structure

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

The shit that i spit is more

Or keep small it around four

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

My trademark im small and mental!

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid