This is a song about "Tiny elements"

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

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

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

And the word most important

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,