This is a song about "Bridget the midget"

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

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

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Need myself a twin midget so i can have a mini me,

Bridget is safe and nothing happened, the point in my rhymes,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid