This is a song about "Deck small"

We fuckin' it up this summer

But he's small and got a structure

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Let's have a toast for this new love

Everybody have's small problems

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

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

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

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

I thought it'd get better but

I'm on deck yo, batter up