This is a song about "Small peanut"

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,

Stand tall and stall till small kids fall

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Her tits are fucking small

Baby, let me give you a call