This is a song about "To small"

Small talent, u need a microscopic lens to see

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

Of a small mans heart trying to get by

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

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

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

But i'm small, so no one would notice if i were to call you a bitch/

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

For you to die, oh snap, here comes by battle axe, now i bet you feel as small as

I ain't happy with the score

Or keep small it around four

You seem like the type to have a small dick

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic