This is a song about "Deck small"

A shit wrecked ship, lose grip, slipping on the deck

A clever idea to take something they said

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Suspect on deck that's that speck to me

So pretentious with no potential

My trademark im small and mental!

Gotta problem with the way i play my deck?

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

On our dgk deck cause we dirty ghetto kids

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Gotta go, let her leave

Twins on deck call em siamese,