This is a song about "Small me"

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

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

Listening to your garbage’s got me feeling trapped in a small cage/

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

But i stay small so they know me as subatomic/

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

We can do it for ya for a small fee

Don't worry bout a thang baby