This is a song about "Tiny elements"

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

I'm a tiny pants goon

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

They expect me to respect their tiny erect penises

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

I've never been to hell so how can you tell elements are rushing

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

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

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements