This is a song about "Small tshirts"

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

My trademark im small and mental!

As i light one for ill will

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

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

I'm a bad motherfucker

But he's small and got a structure

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

I'm a small mothafucka, with the strength of a giant,