This is a song about "Scotts small weiner"

Huh, i can't interpret her

But he's small and got a structure

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Like a small garage in your backyard

I'm a small mothafucka, with the strength of a giant,

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

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

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