This is a song about "Tiny elements"

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

They expect me to respect their tiny erect penises

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

"'i'm readily relishing at developing eloquent elements that i hold in esteem

Im still only fifteen, and if you havnt already seen im addicted to nicotine,

When i'm on it, on it like my job

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

She can only live for the moment