This is a song about "Small butts"

My trademark im small and mental!

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

Amen, they say you only live once

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Young girls wanna get huge butts soon / nobody has got idols to look up to

As she goes through the levels

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric