This is a song about "Weed small boobs"

Her tits are fucking small

These joints here not found at the mall

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

And when theres booze their is boobs

Like a small garage in your backyard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Stand tall and stall till small kids fall

Who substituted for this weed

I keep my money neat

Udc where he met my mother

But he's small and got a structure

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus