This is a song about "Small nobe"

But he's small and got a structure

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard