This is a song about "Tiny bikes"

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

They expect me to respect their tiny erect penises

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are