This is a song about "Small particles"

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

But he's small and got a structure

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

Everybody have's small problems

And panned out, i'm all in love

So pretentious with no potential

My trademark im small and mental!

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Of atomic particles split into two parts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

You get hit wit a small dose

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes