This is a song about "Tiny galaxy"

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

It's late and you stuck in my basement

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

As my name get bigger this game get different

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

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

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