This is a song about "A tiny weiner"

A bunch a singers and sinners

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

She can only live for the moment

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

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

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

Your a horse without a saddle

She caught up in my love triangle

No it ain't easy

I'm a grade a o g

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that