This is a song about "That small dog brian likes"

I'm the kind of kid that likes to sprint down the hall with some scissors

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

I'm not a small dog on a leash / you cant handle this

Its the small shit that gets you in the end

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

I could be brian and you could be stewart

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world

Baby, let me give you a call

Her tits are fucking small

And control this shit yourself dog.

Separate us, from what jay brought

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.