This is a song about "Youve got a small dick"

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

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

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Listening to your garbage’s got me feeling trapped in a small cage/

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Cuz i got this bitch doin a good job at blowing my dick like a whistle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And then along came the wrong man for her

But he's small and got a structure

But it seems like a scene outta flick

You seem like the type to have a small dick

You feel it from your head to your toes

You get hit wit a small dose