This is a song about "Tiny galaxy"

I gave that bitch a tiny little slap

I'mma sign that work and release that

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

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

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

They expect me to respect their tiny erect penises