This is a song about "Small boobs"

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Flyer than the rest of them

Small town, kinda place a came from

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

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

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

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

I’ll never use a rubber

But he's small and got a structure