This is a song about "Des tiny"

She got me caught up in the moment

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

I need a little room

I'm a tiny pants goon

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

They expect me to respect their tiny erect penises

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island