This is a song about "Small knob"

They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Everybody have's small problems

Never leave em a small chance, even if they flip a dime

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Her tits are fucking small

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

My every day job makes me feel like i'm bobbin' on some slob's knob

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Hand on knob, gotta do the job