This is a song about "Bridget the midget"

You're coming up short of my kneecap, midget,

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

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

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Almost lost my life to the industry

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the