This is a song about "Bridget the midget"

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

The water from the past is the same water in the present

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Got the passion for the music

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

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

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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