This is a song about "Tiny fry"

Or a sunday fry x4

Sweet, okay makes sense

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

What we gotta do to survive

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

Secret society all we ask is trust

They expect me to respect their tiny erect penises

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

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

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