This is a song about "Small hands"

Just as you rose you will fall

Her tits are fucking small

You get hit wit a small dose

Tryna stay clear of my foes

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Never wrong at any level

My trademark im small and mental!

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Or keep small it around four

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

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

Even if the amount of money is so small