This is a song about "Tiny bonner"

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

They expect me to respect their tiny erect penises

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Or something that you paid for

I'll got three rounds like stephen bonner

Now you got me hopped up on that

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap