This is a song about "Des tiny"

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

That right its tiny, but bitch the rest of my is big

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

To mash those difficult

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense