This is a song about "Temper so small"

My house big yo house small you runnin outta space i'm so hot i heat up yo fireplace

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

And now i'm cool but i'm loosing my temper

And there's little to be glad for

And now i'm cool but i'm loosing my temper

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

You think i'm so small but actually i'm tough so please fuss up, cause they call

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

To her eyes i was unknown, she never seen someone so small and petite,

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Because hardware problems really get my temper snappin'

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small