This is a song about "Large intestine and small intestine"

Your wealth small and through what's wrong with you

Don't fuck around and make it true

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Can do is rise and watchm fall because they is small just like when