This is a song about "Small bedroom"

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

My trademark im small and mental!

I'm mental, it's instrumental

And took a big shit all over your bedroom floor

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

In her bedroom window i would peek when she was asleep.

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Or keep small it around four

No ho, acquainted with the floor

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Won't run out anytime soon

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

Everybody have's small problems

So i can understand police victims