This is a song about "Small weeny"

Small town, kinda place a came from

Oh, you look like my next victim

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

My trademark im small and mental!

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

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

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

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

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

So i can understand police victims

And keep in my small shiny white nuts