This is a song about "Small apples"

Lately been writing poems

Everybody have's small problems

But this is a small step, i'm dreaming of running big

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

I’ll never use a rubber

But he's small and got a structure

Big homie hov said i am close

You get hit wit a small dose

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

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

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Like a small garage in your backyard

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard