This is a song about "Small ware"

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Everybody have's small problems

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Even if the amount of money is so small

Don't fuck around and make it true

Your wealth small and through what's wrong with you

But he's small and got a structure

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her