This is a song about "Small apples"

But he's small and got a structure

Udc where he met my mother

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Never leave em a small chance, even if they flip a dime

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And we can't fall

Her tits are fucking small