This is a song about "Small"

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

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

Small town, kinda place a came from

How fitting we at stadium