This is a song about "Small chode"

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

Her tits are fucking small

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Or keep small it around four

Then the world ain't no trick no more

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Even if the amount of money is so small

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

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

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked