This is a song about "Tiny elements"

And the word most important

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

As my name get bigger this game get different

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

My building blocks yelling skeletons pouring in other elements

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

Fuck you if you feelin' different

My raps are elegant,excellent,i contain all of the elements

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Snoopin for sach, in his tiny little ballsack your lucky, im mellow