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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

But he's small and got a structure

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

U a small pet me tyrannosaurus- rex

You run i chase ends in a blood covered face

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

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

You was bigger than an artist

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

You rhyme dick with dick, even though you're a cock

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot