This is a song about "Bridget the midget"

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

He likes this girl bridget, she never sees this guy's face,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga