This is a song about "My tiny nipples"

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

They all see my life from a childish position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

Ma god i miss your nipples in my mouth

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

To mash those difficult

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Apart from my nipples, and that i've got three,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets