This is a song about "Small head"

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

My head was not small enough to fit this room

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Even if the amount of money is so small

Ive been in brawls where ive been beated till i could only crawl, the world is to small,

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Small town, kinda place a came from

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

My trademark im small and mental!

I'm mental, it's instrumental