This is a song about "Keishaun smalls"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Open side malls and broken ride smalls

Its like comparing chipmunks to biggie smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Of the sex organs, you better checks smalls den cause unless

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls