This is a song about "Tiny fry"

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Take you to your fucking grave along with yo whole tiny street

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Or a sunday fry x4

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

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

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

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

I need a backyard full court size