This is a song about "Small peanut"

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You get hit wit a small dose

Here they keep a rachet close

Stand tall and stall till small kids fall

Bitch, i was born to ball

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Everybody have's small problems