This is a song about "Small gifts"

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

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

Just a place that they can come

Small town, kinda place a came from

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Or keep small it around four