This is a song about "Short kid diss"

Haha, i like my short cake shorter

And then along came the wrong man for her

I style on new york, pile up my fork

But not the rest, remember that rap was too short,

You're coming up short of my kneecap, midget,

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Because this record is only to diss

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

As often, i do this

Cause you are on the diss,

Spit a poem or a diss

I sit and reminisce

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

This isn't just a fuckin diss kid, to me it's a mission

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Shit, i'm makin' this mic short circuit,