This is a song about "Tiny galaxy"

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

This is something different

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

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

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

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.

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

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

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