This is a song about "Chase has a small cock"

They at the same spot they making no progress

Is it a chase and every day's book stress?

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

You run i chase ends in a blood covered face

Small town, kinda place a came from

Killa you already know harlem

Her world with my limp beatin cock,wrapped in a sock,

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Fuck it grab my smg and cock it,cock a doodle doo now see whos dying

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Snap your neck back like a gun cock it,

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

While prostitutes still getting money from sucking a cock

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Like a small garage in your backyard