This is a song about "Tiny fry"

Fry them up like potatoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

And her smile lit up the room

I'm a tiny pants goon

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

Picture me lettin this chump survive

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

To mash those difficult

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

But nah, he is quite different

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

And it wont just be a little tiny poke