This is a song about "Bridget the midget"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

So if there's any midget willing to tackle the king

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Am i sick ?cause i'm addicted to get spliftedwatch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted

Unfortunately the little nigga's like 4 ft 3, the guys a fuckin' midget

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

I ain't did shit officer

In the heat of the summer,

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!