This is a song about "A tiny weina"

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

A store that dosen't get a

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

A bunch a singers and sinners

So you finally got the nerve

I'm a grade a o g

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

Now them broads gon' follow

It's a yes or a no

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard