This is a song about "Small gifts"

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

My trademark im small and mental!

As i light one for ill will

Army stance, ready for war

Or keep small it around four

Listening to aston martin music music

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

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I threw out all the gifts

It's cold and the hole stinks