This is a song about "Weed small boobs"

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Or keep small it around four

Im seated by the floor

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

And when theres booze their is boobs

A far reach from them rap dudes

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

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Who be puffin that weed

Cause they right down the street

But he's small and got a structure

Couple years later they had my brother

Here i go again, searching for love

Everybody have's small problems