This is a song about "A tiny weiner"

This is something different

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

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

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Cause all i want is you, baby

I'm a grade a o g

Won't run out anytime soon

I'm a tiny pants goon

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

I ain't trying to be ignorant

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

If you feel it, it must be real just

A store that dosen't get a

A criminal grind nigga