This is a song about "Small tatas"

But he's small and got a structure

Something worth dying for

You get hit wit a small dose

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Or closed casket for our troubles

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

So pretentious with no potential

My trademark im small and mental!

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

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

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

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