This is a song about "A tiny weina"

Your a horse without a saddle

As i light one for ill will

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Any thing to say a a a a a a

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Once upon a time not long ago

It's a yes or a no

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

Rollin' down the four o five

Put the purp in the blunt

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,