This is a song about "Tiny tim"

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

Knees dug deep into the pavement

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

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

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

You pay your favorite stripper car note

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

They expect me to respect their tiny erect penises

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him