This is a song about "Tiny bonner"

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

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

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

I'm a tiny pants goon

And her smile lit up the room

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Fuckin shit, anybody who comes at me can suck my tiny dick