This is a song about "Weed small boobs"

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Swear i will murk any beat

Who be puffin that weed

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

The doctor has arrived just be patient

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Who substituted for this weed

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

Put up and smoke that weed,

Cause they right down the street