This is a song about "A tiny snail"

Take you to your fucking grave along with yo whole tiny street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

Knees dug deep into the pavement

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap