Roses are Red, I Hate Snitches

Alright, listen up, genius! This is a roast disguised as a poem, see? It starts all sweet like a Valentine's Day card, then BAM! It hits you with an insult about the dude's... well, you know. It's like saying, "You're tough talkin', but your equipment ain't matchin' your big mouth!" And based on you asking for this explanation, I'd guess you know a lot about having a small...