This is a song about "Small dikc"

Or keep small it around four

You ain't gotta worry no more

Even if the amount of money is so small

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Mirror mirror on the wall

Her tits are fucking small

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

You get hit wit a small dose

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

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard

Everybody have's small problems

On the slow jam of love