This is a song about "Small weeny"

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

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Or keep small it around four

I ain't happy with the score

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

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

Small town, kinda place a came from

Flyer then the rest of them

So i can understand police victims

Everybody have's small problems