This is a song about "Ryan small"

Even if the amount of money is so small

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

So i can understand police victims

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

As i light one for ill will

My trademark im small and mental!