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

The streetz is aint the safe

You're that secret place

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The more battles the better the flows

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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