This is a song about "Small duce"

But he's small and got a structure

She can't be my mother

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

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

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

See boy she been in love

Everybody have's small problems

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

We can do it for ya for a small fee

I'm a small mothafucka, with the strength of a giant,

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and