This is a song about "Small head awais"

We can do it for ya for a small fee

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Like a small garage in your backyard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections