This is a song about "I was 4 feet tall selling dope"

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

One night, i was selling some rocks

I was born to spit with a dope flow

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

He fought us, got caught up, now selling dope on 21st block corner

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

And maybe that's why no one helped me when i was knocked off my feet!

Wearing bally's and gold, i'm selling dope shameless to say

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way