This is a song about "You got an small ass"

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Now i got the instrumental infected like small pox

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

If you ain't got no ass bitch wear a poncho

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

But he's small and got a structure

Took the van, went snatch her

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

My sick rhymes got you woozy yo, an automatic oozy flow