This is a song about "Tiny dogs"

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Sick of these flees jockin me, seem to be dogs with malaria!

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

To mash those difficult

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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