This is a song about "Small height"

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

My knees are shaking, with my height they don't scale

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

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Even if the amount of money is so small

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

For me the sky was never the limit nor the height

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Or keep small it around four

My trademark im small and mental!

Never wrong at any level

We gotta get back to what really matters

Now climb faster rise past the height of the drafters