This is a song about "Small guy"

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Plant a seed, kiss this guy

When i'm low, she take me high

Turned into the good guy

That's the window into the sky

Just as you rose you will fall

Her tits are fucking small

Everybody have's small problems

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

And in fact i can’t deny

Did you meet another guy