This is a song about "Tiny tim"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

To mash those difficult

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

They expect me to respect their tiny erect penises

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Meant to be just a tiny little spat