This is a song about "Small boobs"

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

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

You get hit wit a small dose

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

Small town, kinda place a came from

500 at the villa ain't no problem

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

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time