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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Why do you always look like youve just missed a scene

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/

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

But he's small and got a structure

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

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Got his powers from stickin' his dick in a volcano

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Youve got no reason to brag

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal