This is a song about "Small towns"

You get hit wit a small dose

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Small town, kinda place a came from

It's slight blemishes and life system

My trademark im small and mental!

I'm mental, it's instrumental

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Rocking pieces on the transit, got a legal wall now the towns tryna ban it,

Like a small garage in your backyard

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Her tits are fucking small

Bitch, i was born to ball

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

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