This is a song about "Tiny galaxy"

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

I'm a tiny pants goon

And her smile lit up the room

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

It's late and you stuck in my basement

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Defiant to this red giant, i'm not dying, flying out of this galaxy

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

The bummer is the fact that i'm black